Sam Elliott…

I’ve never really liked the pretty men…oh, I’ve dated them…pretty…rich…zzzzzz…just didn’t like them much…they were always very, very confused about what was really important.

I tend to lean towards average…and after a while you start to see things about them that become more attractive. I love it when at first I’m not so sure if I’m that attracted…

…and then I find my eyes lingering…

I start noticing…things start to change and they begin to look better than anyone in the room.

Blinded.

All the imperfections become…

…perfect.

…made just for your eyes.

I love it when everyone else says, “Uh, yea, he’s alright…I guess”

That’s right, only I can see it…

…and it lands on me like a bomb!

And what does this have to do with Sam Elliott?

Uh…nothing…