There's Just Something About A Man With An Accent.

I've never been very boy crazy, not even as a young girl. Oh sure, I got a good "school girl crush" every now and again. But with the exception of five young guys who were simply new kids on the block (I'd really rather not say who they are - it's embarrassing), I never was one for Teen Beat magazine or hanging pictures on my wall.

But yet, I am a woman. With a heartbeat. I mean, I'm not dead for pete's sake.

So riddle me this...what is it about a man in a tux?
Or a man with an accent?

Is it just me or can a man with an accent pretty much get you to buy anything? Seriously, I almost signed up for a multi-level marketing scheme from a man who came to my door just because he spoke with an accent. And I'll be darned if I didn't see him waiting tables at Pancho's only two weeks later.

See? I'm a sucker.

Are you?

I know my poor Aunt Melba is on the brink of tears at this very picture

of Antonio Banderas in his swashbuckling garb and Latin accent...



Or maybe you're more like Meridith...you're more a Mr. Darcy kind of girl.

And then there's Kristen, whose taste has greatly improved. She went from Donnie Wahlberg to Bono in just 18 short years.

Or maybe you're more of the athletic type, like my girl Ali. More Beckham, less Bono. Okay, whatever, to each his own.

But me? I'm none of these. No, I like them kind of quirky. Kind of chubby. And very, very white.

Meet my new crush.

I bet if you read yesterday's post and thought, "Oh, poor Melissa, nothings wrong with her," you're really re-thinking that now aren't you?

And yes, the Attorney General knows about this, and surprisingly, does not feel threatened in the least.