For some inexplicable reason I can’t get Muskrat Love out of my head.

I know that I have had a fairly obvious “type” for quite some time, but lately a few friends, for no practical reason, have sent me photos and videos of people they randomly find online and are all “Hey, I thought you’d think this guy was hot.”

It’s a bit freakish but I guess in the long run it’s a good thing that a ‘type’ has been established (although they don’t seem to be able to set me up with any of these people in real life.)

The latest example had Alberto sending me a link to a video on barnesandnoble.com and whadiyaknow: he’s got glasses, a receding hairline, and a sweater vest.

Someone please check my card, I think we have a bingo..

Apparently now he’s also an author and a book cover designer or some shit like that. I have limited information on him as I have yet to watch the video with the sound turned on.

Wow, the last few posts have made me out to be a totally desperate, nerd obsessed, pervert, photoshopping stalker².

Hmmm. Let’s just keep this between us, eh?

I promise my next post will be on how bored I am with the whole Clinton/Obama thing (does Hillary’s delusional sense of entitlement irritate anyone else?) or California’s recent Gay Marriage Ban reversal:

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What’s more deranged… that this guy was stalking Uma Thurman’s (“What did you call it?”) boney ass or that I find him totally fuckable attractive? What can I do… he’s got it all — the glasses, the receding hairline, the nerdy little backpack.

If I were to send him my underwear in prison or something, would that make me a Stalker²?

While the question of his guilt was determined today (as charged!) the burning question on my mind is… do ya’ think he had lube in that bag?