Yippppeeee.... Shah Rukh Khan ... is my first thought. Corny, I know. However, SRK and I do go back a long way. I've loved him longer than I've even known The Husband. He IS the most romantic person on screen, you have to admit. He's cute and he seems like a good guy. SRK in glasses with a powder-blue sweater flung over his back, SRK with his sexy dimpled smile and S-shaped eye brows, SRK running in slow mo in the mist covered Swiss mountains... Mist.. or errrr... is that smoke from the cigarette perpetually dangling from his lips? Ugh.. .. a man who smokes is SUCH a let down. He smells awful, brings on the cough in me and would make Hrit wheeze (That's the OM - she just can't keep quiet). No thank you sir I'll pass.
Hmmm.. the world of glamour's not for me. Let me look elsewhere. How about .... Baba Ramdev? Weird? Well, I may not be able to decide whether he's a crusader or a crook but we do have the fitness thing in common. Picture this... early morning, cool breeze, chirping birds, rising sun... there we sit, Baba and I, in perfect sync, doing our kapalbhatis, with our concave abs showing to perfection. Did I say 'early morning'? Ruled out then. Nothing can get me out of bed early, nothing ("other than sending the kids to school, of course," chimes in OM). So excuse me Baba, it's a no.
A yogi's really not my style. Surely 'love' needs to figure somewhere. The man has to have a heart.. bingo.. got it. Healthcliff (of Wuthering Heights, NOT the cat, in case you were wondering). Heathcliff's all heart. Romantic, intense, passionate. Life with him would be ... tempestuous. Umm.. would it be just a tad too stormy for a gentle Capricornian? I mean I do want the guy to love me and all that but I certainly do not fancy him chasing me around the moors at night driving me to my death. *Shudder, shudder* Won't do.
A gentler soul then. Someone who watches from a distance and steps in quietly to ease away your troubles. Fitzwilliam Darcy. He's rich too and gorgeous to boot. We'd walk around Pemberley hand in hand while he'd tell me "the pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in a pretty woman
can bestow". Ooooh how he made my heart beat in my teens. The strong silent one. Labels: random, The Husband