Like a Polaroid Picture

So I'm putting forth a great deal of effort here as I am thoroughly unmedicated right now. It feels about equivalent to how I imagine it would feel if someone were taking a rusty, dull, serrated saw and attacking my elbow with it.

I'm going to talk to you today about go go dancing. Why? One, because I miss it lately. Like, a lot. Two, because I have lots of hot pictures of other people go go dancing to share with you too, so pay attention. Three, because lots of people have questions about the job, and hopefully this will answer some and if it does leave a comment!! I'm interested in hearing your questions, comments, and thoughts about go go dancing!

Anyways, I do miss go go dancing. I mean, there's a lot of negatives to dancing in a club. For instance, there's the completely unfounded idea that comes along with anyone who works in any aspect of the sex industry -- that you're also a prostitute. I have never had and would never have sex for money (although I am absolutely not passing any judgement on anyone who does, I don't see a problem with it, it just isn't something I would do). I didn't even do private dances -- not even still at the clubs I've worked at.

But somehow, working in that industry you aren't just a visual object for people to look at -- which is really how it ought to be -- you are a sexual object people believe they can touch and feel as they please. That's a distinct negative, especially when your friends begin to get that idea as well. And while they may not realize this (or they may), there are a good number of people in my social circle at the clubs who treat me in that way.
It's that very idea about dancers that makes dating so difficult.At the same time, I made plenty of friends out of customers and coworkers. Of course, some of my friends distanced themselves when I started to dance. I don't know that that wouldn't happen again, especially since I've gotten back to being closer with some of them since I stopped dancing.
But, respectively, I've also become very distanced from a lot of my other friends I used to see on at least a semi-regular basis when I danced at XS. And if I could manage to stay friends with the ones I've reconnected with, and reconnect with those friends I used to see all the time when I danced.

I also really miss those bonds you form with the people that you dance with. Sure, they're not my best friends, and we may not actually be that close but even now...anybody I danced with, I would do anything for. It's not like a familial bond, it's more of a "I've got your back" kind of a bond. And that's the truth. I did then and I do now have the back of any of my coworkers from my go go days, and I don't think they could do anything to change that. I miss that kind of instant and, in my opinion, necessary bond of a sort of trust (probably the closest thing to trust that I feel with any males, cause, man, I have issues) that builds between dancers.

And without my go go dancing, I would not have had the opportunity to meet the occassional porn stars that I have met and I thus would probably not talk to the models, porn stars, and other beautiful people that I'm a fan of -- some of whom, I would go so far as to call Internet friends (when I use the term friend kind of loosely, anyways).

There's also that whole exhibitionist streak in me. I don't have the best body and I never will. I'm not saying that as a complaint, I love a large number of my flaws (the major exception being my ginormous nose, but other people seem to like it), it's just a statement of fact. That doesn't mean that I don't love for people to see it. And I love seeing other people's bodies -- okay, true, not everyone's but still. It's a whole give-and-take, extremely shallow and vain form of exhibitionism but it's exhibitionism all the same.
I know I can show off a little bit when I'm not working, but it's just not the same. Anyone who's been there and enjoyed the job knows exactly what I mean.

Plus, I just love wearing sexy underwear and dancing is such a good excuse for it.
I also love the make up and themed outfits that we occassionally find ourselves in -- a personal favorite being my "iced out" look for New Year's Eve.

Also, when I was go go dancing I never had the financial issues that I've been running into in the past months. I never made tons (although, it was not uncommon , but it was enough to get me by and -- with the help of a minimum wage day job -- keep me living in fair amounts of comfort too. Now...well, now I am flat ass broke and asking my parents and grandmother for money with some regularity.
As degrading as a lot of people think the job is -- and, yes, in some ways it certainly is -- it helped me be independent from my parents and in that sense I had lots more respect for myself than I do right now because I knew I could rely on myself to pull something together.

I mean, I know in this post I'm ignoring all the things I tend to complain about and hate about go go dancing, but isn't there a down side to most everything?

But anyways, I'm definitely planning to continue dancing at the Dark Lady when I get home for the summer. Hopefully when I come back to this area next school year, I'll be able to get a gig at Town or Be:Bar or Grand Central or some mixture of the aforementioned.
I'm also going to begin working out as soon as my elbow's recovery allows me to. I want to improve on myself.
(Go go dancing photos are stolen from the Myspaces of: Ethan Reynolds, Blake Riley and Cody Fallon and depict Ethan Reynolds, Cody Fallon, Blake Riley, and Roman Heart)Got questions? Go ahead and ask them in the comments!!

No sleep in Heaven or Bethlehem

So now that I have your attention...(cause that picture does nothing if not grab attention! Holy hell it's HOT, right?) I've been staring at that one for days -- since Roman put it on his Myspace page. He's got plenty of new hot pictures from going out to clubs in LA too and I'm seriously feeling like I'm on the wrong side of the country.

I'm going to do something unusual in this post, I'm going to tell you when I slept and for how long each night. Take careful note, and I wonder if anyone can tell me exactly how sleep deprived I am right now.

So, Thursday night was our school's male beauty pageant (I don't really know how else to describe it). No, I wasn't in it this year. (My friend Mike beat me in the vote so he was in it, not me) Before it started there was blog-worthy stuff going on. My friend Olga was palling around with this cute guy who was obviously gay. She introduced me (I might have encouraged that) and he and I got to talking, he gave me his phone number and encouraged me to text him. Note that this was his idea completely.
So I did text him. And he replied. And so on and so forth throughout the course of the show.

The show was PHENOMENAL! I have to take a moment to say, however, that for a competition that is meant to reward creativity, originality, and dance skills it utterly failed this year. My friend Matt, after imitating Gollum and creating his own Lord of the Rings/Michael Jackson mix for his lip sync portion should have at the very least placed and he didn't. It was the most disappointed I have been in my school since I got here -- and that's really saying something.
I was extremely pleased, however, that my friend Mike (who beat me in the vote, and that's the only reaosn I wasn't competing myself) won. He was probably the most consistently awesome, and plus his escort was his mother (and he danced with her when they came out), so he had it in the bag. But I'm ridiculously pleased that he won, because what shame is there in my losing out in the vote to the guy who won? None. Nadah. I'm still almost the most amazing guy at our school.

Once the show ended, however? The guy I'd been talking to, Josh, suddenly stopped texting back. I saw him at our campus' little eatery where everyone went after the show, said "hi" and got a look and a cold shoulder. Obviously not worth it, but my friend Ty who was with me was mildly outraged, and stole my phone and then texted Josh from his own. "Hey, you know Graham?"
"Yeah, why?"
"No reason."
"Who is this?"
Ty gave his name from the show that had just happened, which ps Ty was in and it was kind of a train wreck (no offense Ty!). No response. A while later, I'm back at home and Ty and I are texting, since I'm a little peeved with him for doing that (cause now I look like I just gave out Josh's number) when suddenly Ty says "he wants to hang out with me". Obviously, Ty didn't because he's got moral standards and loyalty to his friends and also that's like a red flag that this kid is either far sluttier than either of us want out of a guy or that he's just a douche.

So I went to bed, and I slept for six hours.

Then there was Friday. Went through classes mindlessly and drone-like as always, with one exception: my advising appointment. Where we worked out my schedule so that I will be finished with classes one semester early. I am finishing up school in December! I'll still walk with my class in May, but it gives me a whole semester to figure out how to land on my feet following graduation. That is, if everything goes according to plan and we know how improbable that is in my life. :P

Then I took Katie to her latest doctor's appointment with her newest doctor. They hadn't gotten her x-rays, so they've scheduled her for a bone scan on Friday. Now, while she was making phone calls to let everyone involved know the latest, she got one from the government temp agency that she works for. And she was asked to resign her position, because she's missed so much work. Apparently, they're also including the two weeks she took off between assignments, although no one ever so much as implied that that actually counted against her time off. More than that, they're counting all of her excused medical absences because of this foot thing. She put in her resignation on Monday.

The scariest part? I haven't had a chance to try to find a roomie once she moves out in May. I don't know when I will get that chance. I don't even have time to stop by the rental office to go over my finances so I can make sure I can keep the apartment. Well, maybe Thursday I will. I better. I mean, seriously? I haven't had time to look at all of my e-mail (and it's taken me DAYS to write this), so the classifieds sitting in my inbox? I have 663 unread e-mails, and most of that? Isn't junk mail (though a lot of it, by now I'm sure, is old enough that I no longer need to read it). I go through about 30 a day, and get somewhere between 40 to a 100 the following -- this is a losing battle.

Friday night, the theater department took a trip to see Mother Courage and Her Children by Bertolt Brecht. It was phenomonal! Our professor Terri was in it, playing Mother Courage herself, and she was GREAT.

We got back from the show at midnight, and I began to work on my Monday morning presentation. Then I went to sleep for seven hours.

I woke up bright and early and went to get my haircut for the show, because it's coming up and coming up quickly! And we -- or at least I -- am so not ready. There's so much going on, and I just want to be able to focus on the show but it's really, truly difficult right now to focus on anything.

So after that, I met up with Allies and we went on our trip to Philadelphia. I handed my car keys to my friend Lindsey to give to my friend Natasha who needed my car for the day (I trust Natasha with my Pretty, she's driven her before.) We went to the zoo (I love that the signs all say Phila Zoo), which was a BLAST. Of course, Roger Williams Park Zoo in Providence is WAY better, but that's beside the point. Then we went to the gayborhood and we just sort of hung out. Amanda and I went to this restaurant called "More Than Just Ice Cream" and it was SO GOOD!
Soon, we all met up and headed over to 12th Air Command. We made a LOT of friends, and I met another boy. (Actually, all the gay guys there did...kinda.) His name is Beau, he's cute, and he's coming to visit this weekend. Why is it that I'm apparently at my hottest when I'm stressed beyond belief and can't really enjoy it? :P

We left Philly and went home. We got back at 4:19 am. I chilled around campus -- car-less. With my phone, dead. I walked to Giant and bought a breakfast of dried fruits. I walked back to campus and saw in Natasha's driveway -- my car! So I chillaxed there til she came out at 6:30 am (I know, I'm a creeper) and she and I headed over to meet the theater club for the New York trip!
The bus driver was AJ, who I go waaaaaaaayyyyy back with (I'm pretty sure I've mentioned him on here, probably ages ago when I first started dancing at XS), but I won't lie, he makes me kind of really uncomfortable. And he charmed the socks off everyone on the trip.
We wandered around New York City, and eventually settled on lunch at a fabulous little place called, if I recall correctly, the Playwright's Tavern?
After lunch we headed over to the Eugene O'Neil Theater and watched Spring Awakening. I am not lying or exaggerating at all when I say it is the best thing I have ever seen on Broadway. If you have the chance, you MUST see this show!!! It's still mostly the original cast, which was fantastic.
We also stood at the stage door and got autographs! YAY! :)

We got back at 11:30 pm. I finished working on my presentation for Monday morning and slept for six hours. I woke up, did my presentation, and left class for my own doctor's appointment for my elbow. The doctor pulled up my x-rays and then asked "Did you have x-rays taken?" He was confused by how my elbow looks like it belongs to an old man. The problem? Colitical arthritis from my Crohn's disease. The remedy? Surgery on April 22nd.
And somehow, the jokes that everyone and their mother keeps making about elbow injuries just aren't making me feel the love. They are making me feel like my friends are retarded and that they'd probably have a hernia if they had an original thought though. (I know, that was mean, but after twelve nearly identical masturbation jokes about my elbow in under an hour and a half, I think they've earned it.)

Last night, I went to bed at two thirty am, but I couldn't fall asleep for several hours. When I did get to sleep, I didn't stay asleep much. So even though there was a good ten to twelve hours dedicated to sleep, I don't think it helped much.

And, ps, that paycheck that went missing? STILL MISSING. I'm calling work today and trust me, there's gonna be words. I have not ever worked for ONLY two hours, and yet that's all I've been paid for at all this entire month. I need to go look for a job. But that costs gas that I can't really afford. Huh, another losing battle, imagine that.

Hey, finally finished! And just think...I started writing this Thursday night. It didn't quite take a week!

I'm posting quickly while dinner nukes in the microwave.

First thing, an observation...I don't know how many of you have heard country music described as "the music of pain"? Well, I have. I usually disagree, like most genres I find a great deal of country to be a display of great talent.
Country music is the music of pain when you can hear it all over your apartment and you're playing Darren Hayes at your computer's highest volume. God damn, neighbors, what big speakers you have.
It used to be our upstairs neighbors were the only noisy ones -- and we're fine with noisy neighbors because we are too -- but I'm not fine with hearing some screeching harpy sing about her dead puppy and how every rose has its thorn. (Usually a good song, but the singer of this version was craptastical...)

Anyways...I am the proud owner of John Tucker Must Die. This means I now own all three movies that my friends and I have decided are necessary for a Bitch Slap Movie weekend (Mean Girls, Saved!, and John Tucker Must Die). I kind of wish I knew of a college-aged movie that was similar....alas, I don't.

I also bought Basic Plumbing 3, which for the most part is (as far as I'm concerned) a no-name cast....excepting of course, Roman Heart, Erik Rhodes, and Christian Owen. It's a damn good porn despite the fact that I only know who three people in it are.

Anyways, microwave is beeping and I'm starving and off to rehearsal!!!!!

I'll update you on further drama from the day job when I return! (Because I didn't have enough reasons to quit before...)

Wrapping things up...

My life has been crazy. I am trying to tie up loose ends here in Rhode Island while I can, since I leave for Pennsylvania on Friday morning. Eeeek!! I haven't even started packing yet! (Okay, well, I have a little bit but not much!)

My aunt and her husband who live in Arizona were visiting this week. Don't get me wrong, I love them both...but, they are hugely pessimistic. Usually when they visit I get brought down from my normally happy upbeat self and get all depressed because of the gloom and doom they bring up so frequently. And, of course, my mother has to complain because, well, because they are sisters and they can't just get along perfectly.
Fortunately, this visit I was busy and preoccupied enough with other stuff aside from their visit that I didn't get brought down at all. It was just a nice visit.

So, what else has been going on? Other than packing and trying to see everyone? Well, y'know, not much. :P Work, both at Abercrombie & Fitch and at the Dark Lady. And there was that pool party.
(That's a picture of me and the Bossman from Dark Lady!)
Now, the pool party would've been fantastic if fewer of my friends had had to work on Saturday. It was cool though, the people who showed up all had a good time I think. It was mostly people from A&F, Grace came. It was fun!

Then at the end, James showed up. We'd arranged that, since he was passing through RI on his way to Maine, he'd visit. He and his friend Brad were going to crash at my place (cause it's free and because, duh, they didn't make reservations at a hotel.
Those of you who've been reading this blog for forever know this about James: he disappears for months, resurfaces when I think I'm over him and then it turns out that I'm not. Pattern continues to hold true. I made a concerted effort to try to be interested in other people though, so I'm patting myself on the back for that...I think.

Brad, James, and I hit up Mirabar (which was having its 60th anniversary this weekend!) on Saturday night. It was a great time. Everyone was out for it (except the large crowds of people who were at Dark Lady, which we also visited). Billy and Jamie were having their own "good-bye" party since they are leaving, about the same time I am, for Los Angeles! Mirabar's photographer was out too, so James Brad and I will be on the club's website at some point. James has this habit where he attracts a lot of attention. It might have something to do with the fact that he's taller than basically everyone.
They had a "hot underwear contest", which essentially was people stripped down to their underwear and then the names of these people were drawn. James, Brad, and I all participated. Brad frikkin' won! It's a 100 dollar prize!

(James on his phone at the beach...)

So, Sunday, we went up to the beach. Most of the usual crew wasn't there, but Billy and Jamie and their friends all were so we hung out with them. Joel was there, though he was tired so he left early, and Daiv and Preston with their friend Jane showed up as well. It was a fantastic time and there may or may not have been beer and energy drinks with 6.6 alcohol in them called Tilt...I plead the fifth.

(That's Billy on top of J.D and I think Adam...)
(And this other one is Preston and Brad...how cute!)
We spent the afternoon there until the sun started to set. So, we headed to the 99 -- which is a restaurant that's kind of like a pub. We had a great time there too and the food was excellent. If anyone ever finds themselves there, I highly recommend getting the Imperial. It's a seafood casserole with crab meat, lobster meat, and scallops. Now, I don't know what they did but I hate scallops, but I ate these ones and I liked them!
(That last picture is the whole gang...me in front of course!)

We came back to my house quick to shower and change and then it was off to Mirabar again! Brad and Preston had really hit it off at the beach, and as soon as they saw each other at Mirabar they were off together again. My friend Chris, who hasn't been out in Providence since Pride (cause he's from Connecticutt and spends all his time at the clubs there) was there too, so that was super exciting. I saw a guy that looked like how I imagine Roman Heart would look like if he were thin like me, and tall. Obviously, I was attracted to him so the two of us (and James) ended up dancing together most of the night. Part of my efforts to be attracted to other people. After he left, I danced with James for...y'know, the whole rest of the night. It was a lot of fun.

They're off to Maine now and I...I am packing. Wednesday night is my last night out in Providence, as I've told everyone repeatedly. It's not that I'm self-centered.....it's just that I want to make sure everyone is there to see me off. :P

PS I will be adding pictures to this post soonish!

"Now my whoring has turned into art!!!!"

I have several things to discuss here. Very important things of course.

First of all: I've said this before, and I'll say it again. The Wild Party is the most "me" musical there is or has ever been.

Anyone who happens to be thinking something like "Gosh, I'd love to pre-order a CD right now", Darren Hayes' new CDs are coming out on August 25th. I will not be pre-ordering it. However, I may try to sway my parents or an aunt (my aunts enjoy spoiling me...most of my family does. I think this explains a lot) into doing so. Probably after I tell them about that speeding ticket from a few weeks ago. I should get on that, huh?
Anywho, I'm also trying to sway you into pre-ordering it. The faster he becomes a huge megastar in the US, the faster he does a concert here. The sooner he does a concert here, the sooner I can get a backstage pass and become fast friends with him -- and then have him sing at my wedding. See, it's all part of my ebil scheme.
His song "Step Into the Light" is on the July CD at Abercrombie & Fitch, and it makes my life complete.

I am ecstatic, ps, because I just found Roman Heart's Myspace. I sent him an add request. And a message which is something I will probably be embarrassed about for...y'know, the rest of my life. 20/20 hindsight, ya'know? On the other hand, I told him about my repeated failings to see him in person, so he may at least be amused by that. We can hope.

Oh, I got the new Harry Potter today. Late birthday gift. Cause, y'know, I didn't get enough books. Now before I hear everyone's opinions on the series and J.K. Rowling, and all, I will say mine. It is not literature. As a piece of art, really, it's terribly. Rowling is not a writer, she is a storyteller. For all of it's failings as a piece of literature, it is a well-crafted story.
Okay, carry on.

Okay, on to Saturday....because I know you all are dying. Aside from my large (for Dark Lady) amount of tips, the party was sooooooo much fun. Spoon (my friend and the other dancer) and I had trouble finding Christmas themed stuff to wear, so I raided my family's Christmas tree decorations. Yes, we were decked out in garlands. He had managed to find a Santa hat and a red bowler (which I tried to wear, but, once more for the record: I am not a hat person. Especially not bright red bowlers.) I had a red bow tied onto my upper arm. It was pretty hot.
There were tons of photographers there. Of course, some people just wanted photos for their home collection (which makes me kind of annoyed because, of course, they never tip when they take pictures...). Also, a comedian was there, taking pictures for his comic routine. The photographer for EDGE Providence was there. And a photographer from I.N News Weekly was there. Spoon and I ate up the attention. Sort of like we ate up all the free stuff we were getting from the food court. Fat kid at heart much? Yeah, I am.
The party was a great success. Tons of fun. But it was five hours of dancing with no break (because I don't take breaks -- I'll stop dancing to wander around and talk to the crowd, but I don't rest or relax or stop moving ever), versus the usual three hours. So, obviously, we were beat by the end. And then we helped clean up. Which got us plenty of respect from everyone, although, two days later, my body still hates me. Oh well. Mutinies like this make the work day exciting. :-P

(The photo of me was taken by Bill Berggren of I.N. News Weekly. The other two pictures I found on...you guessed it, Google Image Search!)

I would love to tell you all about Pride right now, and about Friday, but I am getting ready for work.

I will just say that I had a very eventful weekend, full of surprises.......

.....one of which was that I missed Roman Heart -- again!!

Oooh, and exciting? There's gonna be pictures in my next post!!

OH MY GOD

So, while I won't be working for XL, I'm still gonna be going there sometimes. My friends work there.

And, oh yes, there's this:
You don't understand how much I'm NOT missing him this time.

Okay, small dilemma here...it's Providence Pride. All of my friends will want to go to other parties. Fortunately, I'm pretty sure the clubs are gonna be open later than usual sooooo...the plan is this: I go to XL. I meet Mr. Perfect. I remind myself I have no chance in hell. I tip Mr. Perfect. I leave, meet up with my friends, and am giddy all night.
Sounds good to me. :)

What if he's at Pride?? I could meet him there if he's there!
My God, I'm already giddy! I have to get myself under control.

So, last night was fun/interesting/I'm a total pimp I guess.
As we know, I have crushes on three guys: Jonathon -- who I like the best, but who has basically no time; Joey -- who has some time, but lives far away and I'm not sure but it's prob'ly gonna turn out we'd be better friends; Ryan -- who I don't trust (not that I trust the other two, cause I don't trust men, but whatev) and who I've been told I should steer clear of (and there was the incident with the face-punching) but who I can't help but be drawn to.

So, I went out with Joey after class. A short date. We went to Dunkin Donuts and spent four bucks and chatted for a while. Most of his chatting involves him telling stories about other boys he's liked or been with, which I'm pretty sure I'm not chill with but the stories were funny so that made up for it.
Then I was like "I have to go back through Providence, so I might as well hit a club. They're free on Tuesdays." So I go to Mirabar. It's dead, but as I'm leaving I run into Ryan and his girls out on the street. So I'm like "I'm going to Energy, Mirabar's dead." They decide to come with. Or rather, the girls decide to come with. Ryan seems like he couldn't care less that he's seeing me, and so now I'm perturbed by this. And he kept acting like that all night. I know I'm going to see him out tonight, so if he's acting like that again, I'm gonna ask what's going on cause I'm not cool with that either. He was all over me at the club Monday night.
Anyways, I followed him back to his house and got my shirt back.
Now, I know I've said to a couple people that after I got my shirt back I was going to try to extract myself from him. But...that was totally a lie. I mean, I should. From what I've heard about him, it's in my best interest to just be club-friends with him and nothing more. But I never have used my common sense in this area, have I?

Pretty Person of the Week!

The Pretty Person of the Week this week was inspired by Shaney, however inadvertantly.

You see, Shaney made a post about Mark Dalton, which got me thinking about other absolutely stunning, muscular-enough-to-crush-me studs....of which, Falcon Studios has several to offer.

My particular favorite of Falcon's huge hunks, though, is Erik Rhodes. Yes, Kendall, it's your lucky day. ;-)

He has this tough guy appeal, and apparently is known for being "rude" although, I'm pretty sure it's just a genuine take-no-bullshit attitude, not actual rudeness. You have to admire those guys who don't deal in bullshit, because even those of us who say we don't put up with it sometimes.

One thing that sets Erik apart from the other porn stars I've talked about is that he, as far as I know, does not dance at clubs. At least, hasn't yet. We can always hope he'll end up doing it some day...and debut at a club I'm working at.
...and who knows, we may be able to test that theory about whether or not he'd break me in half if we slept together. :P

I love his cheek bones. I'm just gonna throw that out there. I also love, y'know, everything else. But if I had to pick a favorite feature, it's his cheek bones. (Of courses, I don't HAVE to pick, it's my blog. :-P)

Another thing I love about Erik, just in case there wasn't enough already, he always appears with the HOTTEST guys. Frequently with Roman Heart, who we already know is basically my biggest fantasy, and Matthew Rush (who hasn't appeared as a featured Pretty Person yet because...well, because Erik had to come first. :-P)















One of my friends from the clubs in Rhode Island was telling me that he's Myspace friends with Erik (which, who, other than myself, isn't?) (And never fear, Erik is actually in my favorites and I'll probably add him after I make this post. :-P) and that Erik does actually message his Myspace friends. He sounds like he's super considerate to his fans, and really does consider them more "friends" than "the people who make sure he still has a job", which I think is another great and admirable quality in anybody.

This interview, ps, is so hot:


As per usual, I stole all of the images in this off of a Google Image Search. (Never let it be said, I don't give credit. :-P)

Makes my Heart beat a little faster...

The pretty person of the week is, without a doubt, one of the most physically beautiful people alive. And only about a year older than me.
Believe me when I say there's more where that picture came from. From his gorgeous eyes, his exotic ethnicity, his toned muscular body, the sounds that come out of his mouth...is it possible for someone to be so physically appealing? I would say "No" and then suggest that his mere existence is an anamoly that endangers the world itself. (The only way to save the world would be to counter it with an equally inexplicable anomaly -- I should get to sleep with him. :-P Totally kidding, ps, except for the inexplicable anomaly bit.)Yes, even in clothes he's THAT hot.
Sometimes he dances at a club in RI, but as of yet my visits to my home state and his visits there have not coincided in such a way that I could meet or seduce him. Rotten luck, I know. :-P
I saw an interview with him once. Okay, I downloaded it off the Internet and watched it at least 50 times. Whatever. The point is, he seems like a sweetheart. I heard something about him being in college and majoring in biology or pre-med or something? I don't know how reliable the source was, but if that's true he's also smart. Full package much? How much do you want to bet he can sing and dance too?
I do a lot of posts about famous people who are hot, yes. But it's not often I have a celebrity crush. This? Yeah, I think this counts as beyond-lust-bunnies material.

EDIT: So........ExNavyMike getting a picture with Roman Heart -- and thinking of me and my celebrity crush at the same time? Made my life.