First of all this is my 102nd post. As I failed to make note of my 100th post I feel now is a good time for celebration. Yay for me!

Second of all I am fighting an inappropriate attraction to Dolph Lundgren. Now, this isn’t nearly as inappropriate as my love for Will Ferrell or even Steven Segal (yes, it’s wrong I know it) but none-the-less I feel I need to get this off my chest. (Or perhaps get Dolph on my chest, one never knows.)

This has all been brought on by my recent viewing of The Punisher, not the new one with Thomas Jane but the old one from 1989 with Dolph Lundgren. It’s a classic, trust me. But on the special feature they offer little bios and not only does Mr. Lundgren have a Master’s in Chemistry, but he was also a fullbright scholar for MIT. Hello?! I have yet to see anything remotely approaching Dolph Lundgren walking around campus either at my school or at MIT. Granted I haven’t canvassed MIT’s campus, but I’m willing to bet good money on it! And I also never saw Vin Disel at any D&D games I attended (for those of you who don’t know what D&D is I’m not going to explain). So I ask you, what’s the use of stereotyping gamer geeks and science nerds if there are men looking like Dolph Lundgren and Vin Disel out there destroying the curve hmm? In the end I suppose I simply hope that my new school will possess the exceptionally hot graduate student that wants to marry me. Or maybe have a weekend fling. Or perhaps just tell me I’m pretty. I’m really not that picky at this point.

So that’s my where-in-the-hell-is-my-body-building-hotness-oozing-incredibly-smart-highly-educated-boyfriend rant. I demand (demand I say!) that all men meeting this description take me out to dinner to interview for the position. It’s still true love if I force them into marrying me right? I mean, what’s the difference?

My love is like a plastic bag over your face.

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