I really enjoy GQ magazine. I read it at my salon. I keep thinking that I need to get a subscription for Pup.
Guys this like this one are part of the reason for my love of the magazine.
Like this guy.
I dated one guy in my lifetime that had this vibe. This hipster, I-can-wear-anything-and-look-cool vibe. I swoon a little when I see a guy like this on the street.
But this guy, this guy . . . hair, fierce face, ripped, nice, sweet, smart (seemingly), and talented.
And he dates my biggest girl-crush of all time.
I love Jennifer Aniston. She's a perfect girl to me. Lovely, strong body, great hair, and walks along in her own comfort. Doesn't bend to swollen lips, exaggerated hair extensions, or only dressing the right way. She wears what she wants. I admire that.
But this guy . . .
He is the right amount of hairy and while he may be a little scrawny for my normal taste, his NYC thing works. Those guys have to be scrawny. The long thin legs in jeans, the lean arms that are like rocks, the abs you could do a rubbing on.
He's the reason I wanted to start watching The Leftovers. Now I'm watching because the show is good. Are any of you watching?