A friend of mine sent me this picture via email a few weeks ago. At the time I opened up that email, I was sitting on a couch next to my mother. When I saw this picture, I let out a slight gasp. My mother looked at me quizzically. I tried to brush it off — I hadn’t gasped, I had just hiccuped. Or something equally innocent.
I swear to God, the things I would do to this man. I’d pull him into me by the untied bow-tie and never let go.
I wanna feel that stubble against my face. My THIGHS.
For fuck’s sake, can the new season of Mad Men please start?
