After much thought and deep consideration, I’ve come to the conclusion that there is nobody else I’d rather meet. Ever.
I could have gone deep and philosophical (or cliche, depending on how you look at it) and said, “Jesus, for sure. You know, just to see what all the hype’s about.”
Or I could have gotten artistic and sophisticated and said, “Leonardo da Vinci. He was the SHIT, man.”
OR. I could have gotten emotional and said, “My grandpa, who died before I was born. I’ve heard so many stories about him and it just seems like he was a kick-ass guy.”
Alright, alright so all of the above are pretty true. But for my sanity’s sake – and, yeah, it’s just more fun to drool over sexy pictures and definitely easier to write about – I’m going with The Man Of My Dreams…
(As if that wasn’t obvious by the pictures, the drool-inducing pictures, every-fucking-where.)
Dude’s got skills.
I don’t care what you say – the guy can act. Sure, he does weird well (Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, anyone?), but he also does multiple personalities (Secret Window), murderer (Sweeney Todd) badass (Public Enemies) junkie (Blow) and bat-shit crazy (PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN hello) so. damn. well.
Not to mention he is eeeeasy on the eyes.
Seriously. I could stare at that all day.
And sometimes I do.
So yeah, I’d like to meet my late grandfather and Leonardo da Vinci and maybe even Jesus. But really, gimme a little Johnny Depp and I could die a happy lady.