So today at work we were hard at it. And by it, I mean talking about men. I forget exactly how he came up, but the topic of conversation was Antonio Banderas. If you are living under a rock or something and are unfamiliar with this individual, here he is:
(Okay, frankly? I'm thinking this picture is kind of old. I've seen him recently and he doesn't look quite this...fresh)
So since I'm a good Christian woman I won't tell you what the conversation was, but I will tell you that when I said, "I don't really care for Antonio Banderas" the gasp in the room? Was pretty much deafening.
So. Internet. I'm admitting it. I don't care for Antonio Banderas.
You know who I like?
I like him:
Oh, and him:
(Incidentally, did you know he did a nude scene in Oz? I do too. Boy, do I)
Ooh, ooh! And him!
I've never believed I had a "type". I like people because of who they are. And all that jazz.
But, based upon these pictures? I apparently favor bald or balding men. With arm tattoos. Who are smart and can solve crimes and/or sing.
So naturally? I like him most of all:
He's got the bald thing down. And the arm tattoo. He's smart, but can't remember the clues to solve the crimes. He called me yesterday to sing that Tom Jones song, "She's a lady" (and he belted out the WHOA, WHOA, WHOA until I said, "You ARE alone in the office right now, right? I hope?"). So clearly, he's the total package.
Don't tell him though. I don't want him to get the big head.