ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

IS PATRICK DEMPSEY.

THAT HAIR.

 THOSE EYES.

THAT SMILE.

 I HAVE TO HAVE YOU NOW.

MARRY ME PATRICK I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES.

You don't have to wrap him up all nicely for me, dear Santa, I am not fussy like that so please do not hassle yourself. ;)
I understand you are a busy man and have a tight schedule as it is.
So all I ask of you is to just pop him into my condo elevator.

Like this.

I WILL BE ALL READY TO POUNCE ON HIM THE VERY SECOND THE DOORS OPEN.


Oh what I wouldn't give to be Ellen Pompeo in this scene...

You lucky, lucky bitch.

I would take Patrick over Eric Dane any day. (Yes I like to delude myself into thinking I am on a first name basis with Patrick heheh). Dane reminds me of Ken. As in Barbie and Ken. I don't know. I don't like men who look too perfect and too chiselled. It feels unreal to me. Not in a good way. Almost plastic.


However.
IF, in the unfortunate event that Santa fails to deliver my Mr. McDreamy-Future-Husband, I guess I can grudgingly settle for a Mcsteamy a.k.a Mark Sloan/Eric Dane. For one night.

Yes out of the many decent pictures I can find of this man I must pick one where he is half naked.

I think I'm hormonal.