It's my 250th post (I'm a quarter of the way to a thousand!) and thought I needed to celebrate. BUT HOW? Then I saw that People magazine is preparing for it's Hottest Bachelor issue. Their Hottest Bachelor is usually lame (last year it was Taylor Hicks, which I can sum up rather aptly with "EW!"), and usually is pretty unfamous five years later. I realized all my favorite sex symbols have managed to stay sexy for at least twenty years...sometimes fifty years!
You know what's coming, right? The semi-annual sexiest men alive list, as decided by me and my hormones.
Instead of Ten Sexiest, I choose my main crew of guys who make me jump when I see them appear on TV. It rounds out to six, and for your visual pleasure, you will see how they've grown in sexiness from their youth to in the past year.
IN ALPHABETICAL (by last names) ORDER!
The only newcomer to My Sexy Lists. I admit, he's not really doing it for me in the hair-metal phase (toooooo muchhhhh blushhh)
I've already posted on how I simply for the life of me cannot understand just why I think he's so sexy. Whenever I see him on the Surreal Life, I just die. I adore his voice most of all.
I loove his wrinkles. If he ever got Botox, I think I would cry. He looks so dignified. And I love his hair! Now, then, always and forever.
If you're surprised...
No. Because even if the movie's bad, you don't notice because he just amuses you with his presence.
But, seriously, if you haven't seen it, rent The Departed now. And Easy Rider. And Chinatown. And Batman.
Oh, Keith. Ohhh, Keith. You snorted your father's ashes? Cool! You had all your blood removed and then replaced with heroin-free blood? Sexy!
You exist? Yesss, and it makes my world go round.