Wednesday, December 16, 2009

The Dude Abides

I had no idea there was a new Jeff Bridges movie coming out until I saw a review of it on Salon this morning. I love him so much! And he looks sort of like Kris Kristofferson in this movie, which means I’m going to love him even more. Dreamy! Because this is my taste in men: Hairy Jeff Bridges, Kris Kristofferson, Sam Elliott. Sigh. Don’t get me wrong—Cary Grant is dashing and debonair and dreamy, as is his modern-day counterpart George Clooney—but the men I’ve been attracted to since I was a little girl are the ones who are scruffy and a little dirty. I like facial hair, long hair, hairy chests, soft jeans, worn boots, beat-up hands, and the smells of tobacco and whisky or beer.

The Grant/Clooney men are gorgeous and charming, but seem like they’d need women who regularly wear heels and make-up; they seem like being with them would be so much work. The scruffy men, though, are the ones who want women that don’t mind having messy hair or broken nails. The scruffy men are the ones you can relax with, and I’m all about being relaxed.





You know what I'd like for Christmas? I'd like one of these guys to pick me up in an enormous old pick-up with faded paint and the Allman Brothers on the stereo, and then drive me off to his cabin in the mountains to spend a weekend in front of the fire.

3 comments:

Badger said...

That's because you were raised by hippies. Ask me how I know. Or just ask one of my long-haired, scruffy ex-boyfriends. Heh!

BabelBabe said...

i have always lusted after Sam Elliott.

The Author said...

"You know what I'd like for Christmas? I'd like one of these guys to pick me up in an enormous old pick-up with faded paint and the Allman Brothers on the stereo, and then drive me off to his cabin in the mountains to spend a weekend in front of the fire."

Wouldn't we all ...

(And I could stare at that picture of Mr. Elliott for hours. HOURS!)