Several years ago, an episode of Friends featured two of the characters, who were dating, making lists of celebrities they could have sex with and it wouldn’t be considered cheating. Were Chris and I to agree to such a list, Mike Rowe from Dirty Jobs would be numero uno on mine.
All I can say is, "YUMMY!"
What’s not to love? He’s rugged. He’s sexy. He spends his time doing manual labor and getting dirty. I’ve never been one to go for the polished metro-sexual type. No matter how attractive a man is, if I know he gets his nails done or if I see him wearing pink or lavender even once, that’s it for me. I can’t imagine Mike doing or wearing any of those things. He’s a manly man in the most manly way there is.
Yesterday, Chris called me on his way home from work – he works at the airport – and told me that as he was leaving, he saw Mr. Rowe heading through security. I could just die knowing that man was in this city. Yes, I know I am right now channeling my 13-year-old self, but Mike brings that out in me. I don’t swoon over men anymore. Not the ones right in front of me and not the ones in movies or on TV. I don’t have posters of good-looking men hanging on my walls. But I would turn my house into a giant shrine to Mike if I thought I could get away with it and not be considered kind of … eccentric.
Well, Chris is also a big fan, although I don’t think he has any designs on carnal knowledge of Mr. Rowe. Even so, one would think he might turn around, go back through security and ask at least for an autograph and maybe get a picture. Nope. Nothing. He said first that he didn’t want to go back through and then that he didn’t want to call attention to Mike, since no one else seemed to recognize him.
What a shame. What a waste of an opportunity. Mike, if you are reading this blog, I hope you will tell me when you come back. I’ll have you over and make you a wonderful, home-cooked dinner. I’m Italian, so you know it’ll be good.
An FYI: I’m leaving tonight to go out of town and won’t be back until next Saturday evening. There probably won’t be another blog post at least until Monday, August 24.
don’t blame Chris. approaching celebrities is not as easy as you might think. i know i couldn’t do it, it just isn’t in my nature to confront people and invade their personal space, no matter how much i might want them to get into mine.
ew, sorry, that was gross,
That’s pretty funny Renee! Isn’t it funny how we all go for different “types?”
It brings to mind how when “New Kids on the block” were big and we were all young girls, that I remember us all talking about which one we liked- and it was different for every friend I had! I’m not particulary into Mike Rowe, but I understand what you mean about liking a “guy” guy!