According to Ari Gold

I think it's safe to say I have unrealistic expectations about what I want in a man.

After having a dream the other night in which I was Ari Gold's new protegee on Entourage (it was the sexiest non-sex dream I've EVER had), I helped him determine Chris Klein was too wooden to act in a new book adaptation, and Ari made me an iTunes playlist of love songs to thank me. . . yea, I'm not sure about the deeper meaning either. . . well, I realized I have very strange standards.

I think real life Jermey Piven is kinda greasy and sleazy. But I can tell you with 100% certainty that if he was wearing a suit, carrying a Blackberry and was yelling at me? I'd totally hit that.



Is that weird? And what does that say about me?

According to "Spoke too Soon"

So, today I managed to firmly stick my foot in my mouth yet again.

I have this massive crush on my Purolator delivery man, whose name I genuinely don't know. Today he came to pick up a package and I attempted to find out if he was attached by asking if he has any plans for Thanksgiving. He provided no really helpful tidbits, saying he was going to his sister's.

He left and as he was out the door I said to my coworker "I love him."

That, of course was the exact moment he chose to walk back in the door.