  Strap yourself in, here comes the weirdness and the self-pity party. There are certain times in my life where I find chrome domes attractive (but NOT the comb over guys - I'm particular with my shiny-heads). Those are the times that I am really... really... Let's put it this way-- We're the at the point where I can wear iron undies and a matching demi bra. I haven't had sex in forever. It's been a long, long time. It could only be worse-- if all the men were wiped off the face of the earth.
Then I'd never get any. And right now, George Costanza has never looked better. Yes, that's right. George Costanza. No, not Jason Alexander. The actual character from Seinfeld.
I know that makes me completely insane. You can't see it. Who could? It's my theory that everyone has someone they're attracted to that no one can see the attraction in (or none of their friends can see the attraction in - I'm sure somewhere someone loves George all the time). I have a friend that used to lust for Chris Walken. To me, that's a lot weirder than George.
But that's all besides the point. It's not just George. I also get serious jones for Stanley Tucci and Elliott on "Just Shoot Me" (truthfully, it doesn't take a dry spell to make me attracted to these to; it just amplifies it). Honestly, at the second, I've got it worse for the Elliott guy than I have for any of my other lust targets. But wait, now that I'm watching the Late Late Show, Vince Vaughn is looking pretty good. God, have pity on me.
Give me a man or give me job. 
