OK, I admit it; I have a ginormous crush on Jon Hamm the actor who plays Don Draper on AMC’s fantastic 1960’s advertising-agency-where-everyone-smokes-and-drinks show Mad Men. He’s so freakin’ hot that I now understand why teenage girls screamed at the Beatles.
They just couldn’t help it.
Fortunately, Ray is a very secure man and understands that while I may drool at the sight of Mr. Hamm, I haven’t got a snowball’s chance in hell of ever crossing paths with such a fine example of everything that is perfect about the male form.
Even if Mr. Hamm were of the Rainbow Flag Waving persuasion, I think he’d probably be a bit more interested in hanging out with other genetically blessed individuals as opposed to some wanna-be who lives in the middle of nowhere, Arizona. A boy can dream though, can’t he?
The only drawback is that Mr. Hamm plays a total jerk on the TV show so there are times when he’s not all that likeable—oh who am I kidding—I’d be his doormat.
What is it about these men that makes me go weak at the knees? Lordy, I just want to put them both in my pocket. The thing about them is masculinity. They both ooze with virility. You can keep Leonardo DiCaprio and Tom Cruise. I’ll take Jon and Sam any day and while you’re at it, throw in some George Clooney!
Sigh…I fear that I’m going to turn into a L.D.O.M. (leering dirty old man).