Showing posts with label sigh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sigh. Show all posts

Monday, January 17, 2011

If you were to look up "Dashing" in the dictionary, this is what you'd find

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Colin Firth is the thinking woman's sexiest man alive. Just when I think some other British boy has taken his place atop the pedestal of my affections, he does something lovely and my heart is his again.

Take his speech at this year's Golden Globes for instance:



Oh Colin, I love you even when you're not wearing a waistcoat.