Okay, methinks it was an unfair competition. Who wouldn't pick Vin over Alan? So let's make it a little tougher, ladies. Still want the macho man over the pretty face? Who would you pick now to settle down with?
I sound like a broken record but once again VIN VIN VIN. George is okay, but just doesn't pack the same whallop as Vin - no bad boy, are you woman enough look in his eyes. Yep, a challenge is always appealing :)
Damn, damn, double damn. I have to sway toward Vin because he's got the exotic look going on. And you just have to remember XXX, don't ya? All those muscles and daredevil stunts...
As a confirmed Vin-addict, I will always pick him over whoever. I just can't help myself. Maybe it's the chocolate brown eyes that come over all sinfully sexy, or maybe the muscles that hint of wild, unending nights of hot, unyielding passion...or maybe it's the baldness (a sign of virility *gulp*) but whatever it is...he lights my fire. George has gotten better with age, there's no denying that...but he just doesn't have that swoon effect - not on this old broad anyway.
Wow. A small sample, but it's unanimous. Almost. Poor, poor George! C'mere, Georgie, let Mama soothe your broken heart. Yeah, put your head right...here. Feel better? You don't need those hot-pants, macho-lovin' bad girls.
I agree that Vin is hot. One night? Hell, yeah! Right after he rescued me from an army of death-ray-shooting cyborgs or something. But after that? Nope. Maybe it's because he reminds me of this guy I used to know, right down to the raspy voice. Guy was a stone-cold asshole. An attractive asshole, filled with angst and pathos, insanely high self-regard and total deafness for the word "no."
Uhh guys? C'mon. NO CONTEST. Gimme a C - gimme an L -... It's George, baby. He's sex personified, from that hair you wanna run your fingers through, to that wicked smile that says he knows how to get your panties off without you knowing it, to that really nice bod you want plastered up against yours. Preferably without clothing in the way. If I want my car tuned or my roof fixed, I'll call Vin. If I want someone making me hit the roof in bed - Hell, it's George Clooney. Everyone else is just a guy. :)
Just to make my point - Do I want to spend a day bench-pressing Volkswagens? Nope. Carrying around a can of furniture polish in case Vin's head gets dusty? Nope. I want a private jet and breakfast in Rome. I want an afternoon at La Scala in Milan and then an evening in Monte Carlo learning to play baccarat. Followed by a night on a yacht in the Mediterranean while George teaches me the 71 position. (That's a 69 with a couple of extra fingers.(grin)) See? NO contest. Am I passionate about George? You betcha. I'd like to be even more passionate, but he doesn't answer my emails. :(
At last, a voice of reason, Sahara! Yes, it's George in a white tux leaning close for a kiss a thousand times over a sweaty Vin bellowing and beating his chest. It's George pulling me in with that wry smile over Vin dragging me off by the hair. George pouring me another glass of wine over Vin chugging a malt liquor and then flattening the can by smashing it against his pate.
Now don't get me wrong George is still hot! But there is just something about Vin that makes you want to do...well things you normally wouldn't...where as George is the kind of guy you want to romance you...Vin is the kinda of guy you want to just "take" you...and he looks completely edible without his shirt...
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I sound like a broken record but once again VIN VIN VIN. George is okay, but just doesn't pack the same whallop as Vin - no bad boy, are you woman enough look in his eyes. Yep, a challenge is always appealing :)
Damn, damn, double damn. I have to sway toward Vin because he's got the exotic look going on. And you just have to remember XXX, don't ya? All those muscles and daredevil stunts...
BUT DON'T GET ME WRONG! If George came knocking, I'd let him in.
Rena
As a confirmed Vin-addict, I will always pick him over whoever. I just can't help myself. Maybe it's the chocolate brown eyes that come over all sinfully sexy, or maybe the muscles that hint of wild, unending nights of hot, unyielding passion...or maybe it's the baldness (a sign of virility *gulp*) but whatever it is...he lights my fire. George has gotten better with age, there's no denying that...but he just doesn't have that swoon effect - not on this old broad anyway.
Yep, gotta stick with Vin...:)
Wow. A small sample, but it's unanimous. Almost. Poor, poor George! C'mere, Georgie, let Mama soothe your broken heart. Yeah, put your head right...here. Feel better? You don't need those hot-pants, macho-lovin' bad girls.
I agree that Vin is hot. One night? Hell, yeah! Right after he rescued me from an army of death-ray-shooting cyborgs or something. But after that? Nope. Maybe it's because he reminds me of this guy I used to know, right down to the raspy voice. Guy was a stone-cold asshole. An attractive asshole, filled with angst and pathos, insanely high self-regard and total deafness for the word "no."
Vin :-P
Somehow I knew you'd go for Vin, Jaid.
Is there macho mane out there who could compete with Vin for your hearts, ladies?
uh, macho man, not mane.
It would be hard to choose between Vin and...drum roll please...THE ROCK! Maybe we can have them both? Together? At the same time? Panting now.
Uhh guys? C'mon. NO CONTEST. Gimme a C - gimme an L -... It's George, baby. He's sex personified, from that hair you wanna run your fingers through, to that wicked smile that says he knows how to get your panties off without you knowing it, to that really nice bod you want plastered up against yours. Preferably without clothing in the way.
If I want my car tuned or my roof fixed, I'll call Vin.
If I want someone making me hit the roof in bed - Hell, it's George Clooney. Everyone else is just a guy. :)
Just to make my point -
Do I want to spend a day bench-pressing Volkswagens? Nope.
Carrying around a can of furniture polish in case Vin's head gets dusty? Nope.
I want a private jet and breakfast in Rome.
I want an afternoon at La Scala in Milan and then an evening in Monte Carlo learning to play baccarat.
Followed by a night on a yacht in the Mediterranean while George teaches me the 71 position. (That's a 69 with a couple of extra fingers.(grin))
See? NO contest.
Am I passionate about George? You betcha. I'd like to be even more passionate, but he doesn't answer my emails. :(
At last, a voice of reason, Sahara! Yes, it's George in a white tux leaning close for a kiss a thousand times over a sweaty Vin bellowing and beating his chest. It's George pulling me in with that wry smile over Vin dragging me off by the hair. George pouring me another glass of wine over Vin chugging a malt liquor and then flattening the can by smashing it against his pate.
I agree George is beautiful, but Vin radiates protectiveness and sex appeal. A powerful combo. Yikes!
Now don't get me wrong George is still hot! But there is just something about Vin that makes you want to do...well things you normally wouldn't...where as George is the kind of guy you want to romance you...Vin is the kinda of guy you want to just "take" you...and he looks completely edible without his shirt...
GEORGE O' GEORGE WHERE FOR ART THOU? BET HE SMELLS SWEET AS A ROSE TOO. ;) PANT, PANT
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