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December 16, 2005

It's Really Me

I am a tortured artiste.

OK, so, there's been a lot of speculation - despite statements to the contrary - that I, Wentworth Miller, wrote the entry It's Miller Time that appeared on this site almost a year ago. That entry has been receiving comments steadily throughout the year and is now the most commented-upon entry on this site.

So now it's time to come clean. I am, in fact, Wentworth Miller.


I was nominated for Best Performance by an Actor in a Television Series - Drama for my performance as Michael Scofield, a man who gets himself sent to prison in order to rescue his death row inmate brother, who was WRONGLY CONVICTED OK???

Don't believe I got a Golden Globes nomination? Swear to God I did. So choke on that, you haters.

And the show that I'm on, Prison Break, was nominated for Best Television Series - Drama. But we're going to lose to those bastards over on Lost, I just know it.

There's one thing you might have noticed over the past year, and it's not something that most men can say. I definitely look better without hair than I do with it (even when I'm licking my fingers).

So all in all, it's been a mighty fine year for me. Thanks for all the love. And thanks for ignoring my unfortunate guest role in that dumb show about ghosts speaking softly. I don't know who that dork is that I'm standing next to.

Posted by Highwaygirl at 06:47 AM | Comments (20)

May 04, 2005

Everybody, Let's Rock

He's baaaaaaaaack!


(Phil, you can skip this entry.)

On Sunday, May 8, CBS will begin airing the two-part miniseries "ELVIS" starring none other than Jonathan Rhys Meyers.

You remember JRM, right? He was one of my first celebrity crushes. The pretty boy who inspired me to wax philosophical after seeing him gyrate upon a pool table wearing skintight red leather pants.

Oh yeah! THAT GUY!

Anyway, he's playing Elvis. I'm living in fear of just how bad this might be, and yet still, I'll have my face pressed to the television screen come Sunday night. They've made him look pretty good:


Not too bad. I have a feeling his attempt at an Elvis voice is going to be cringe-worthy, though.

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January 27, 2005

Sark the Herald Angels Sing

The many faces of Mr. Sark

Why am I here? No, really - I'm not sure. Because as it turns out, I'm one of those people who look much better in motion than I do in still photography.

I'm David Anders, and you'll have to take my word for it.

I play the deliciously evil Mr. Sark on Alias. Or at least I did. I haven't appeared on the show yet this season and THAT IS REALLY A PROBLEM FOR ME, J.J. *ahem*

I don't have much of a range of emotions in photos (much like my nemesis, Michael Vaughn, who is in possession of only two facial expressions - angst, and forced happiness). For example, here I am with a look of oblique malevolence. And here I am with the exact same expression, just wearing a different colored shirt.

I pretty much only wear white or black shirts, you'll notice.

I swear to God on the life of my dead grandmother that I'm attractive, even if there are times when I totally look like a gremlin. I mean, I know I'll never be this guy. I'll also never be this guy, but come on - if you had to stand next to someone who looks like this, you'd probably look like day-old bread, too.

See, look - I can be sexy. Yes I am! I am!

Oh, nevermind...

I am Mr. Sark, and I will give you the stinkeye as soon as, uh, look at you.

*runs away*

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January 26, 2005

Put Some Clothes On, Hippie!

Ewan playing in a bush

'Ello, luv! I'm Ewan McGregor - fancy a shag?

No no, I'm kidding. Sort of. But seriously, look at how cute I am. Don't you want to jump on my ... bike?

Oh, I'm just playing. Sort of. You know what they say about Scotsmen and kilts, right? (I look a little puffy in that one. Must lay off the cigarettes and Stolichnaya).

I can rock the tight black t-shirt. And I look really sharp all cleaned up for a fashion shoot, don't I? Aren't they casting for the next Bond? Does Bond ever get naked? Because I've been naked in almost everything (don't worry, it's work safe). I've also been known to kiss a cock when the mood strikes.

Speaking of "strikes" - who knew Obi Wan Kenobi could be so pretty? No cracks about my lightsaber!

I like to spend my time sitting on stairs with my shoes untied. I need a nice girl to come tie me up. Volunteers? I promise to moon over you with my big green eyes.

Ordinarily I'm quite attractive, but like all the other blokes, sometimes my head looks like a cabbage.

You should also fancy me because I'm willing to make myself look foolish, just for your amusement. I'll wear my pants on my head if it will make you smile. I'll gleefully pretend to decapitate a tiny plastic skeleton in order to make you laugh. I'll even slick my hair into a pompadour and play with miniatures - Ewan destroy Tokyo! - all for your affection.

Really - how can you not love this face? Just don't try to bite my neck like Vampira over there, because that makes me sad.

Here's one last look, just for Roo.

Now excuse me, I have to go get naked.

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January 25, 2005

The Best Dream-Kisser Ever

Larry Mullen Jr. is immortal

I guess I never wrote about the dream I had that featured U2 drummer Larry Mullen Jr. It was a wonderful dream, highlighted by this one, long, amaaaaaaaaazing kiss that Larry gave me while he was consoling me over losing server space for one of my websites. It was one of those dream kisses when you wake up and still feel it.

In my dream, Larry spent his non-U2 time working as a veterinarian.

Anyway, getting to the point - Larry Mullen Jr. is hot. Larry has been hot for decades. He started off as a cute kid, entered the League of Hotness in his late teens, and then went supernova around the mid-80s. He's in his 40s now but still freakishly attractive.

I don't think the man ages at the same rate as the rest of us mere mortals.

Larry even looks good in a Got Milk? ad. He looks good when Bono is trying to bite off his shoulder, and he looks imminently do-able in leather.

Bono might have the sun shining out of his crotch, but Larry has the better chest.

So, in summary - Larry Mullen Jr. skips through the Land of Perpetual Hotness, and we (at least Teem and I) follow right along.

Posted by Highwaygirl at 11:51 AM | Comments (14)

January 24, 2005

It's Miller Time

My new boyfriend - Wentworth Miller

Okay, why is it that whenever anyone writes an article about me, the headline is always a play on that stupid old slogan for Miller beer? Can't people think of anything new? It's just lazy!

But I'm not lazy - I'm Wentworth Miller. I know what you're saying - who? Wentworth Wha'? I'm an actor who has appeared in such diverse fare as the short-lived TV series Popular (where I looked really cute sporting the shaved head look) and the miniseries Dinotopia. No, no one else saw it either. So don't feel bad.

My film career is better, even though I've had just a few roles. I played a backstabbing doctor in Underworld, but I am best known for playing the young Coleman Silk in The Human Stain. Sir Anthony Hopkins portrayed Silk as an older man, even though we don't look a thing alike. Namely because I'm biracial, and Sir Anthony Hopkins is, well, not. My father is black - betcha couldn't tell!

Here I am looking suave at a premiere of the film. Here I am looking even more pretty at another premiere. I don't know who this overly-bleached chick is, but she keeps sidling up to me at all these premieres.

I was born in the UK - dad was studying at Oxford - but grew up in Brooklyn. I'm 32 and I graduated from Princeton, so I'm cute AND smart. Which means you should love me.

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January 12, 2005

Out of Sight

I've always liked George Clooney. He's good looking, and he seems funny, smart and kind in his interviews. But now that he's added "willing to publically throw down with Bill O'Reilly" to the list, it's full-on LOVE. To wit:

Mr. O'Reilly,

In response to your lead story on January 6, where you attack the Sept. 11 telethon, it is incumbent upon me to help you get your facts straight.

First, to clarify, it was not the Red Cross but the United Way that sponsored that telethon... an easy mistake to make... if you're 3.

Second, contrary to what you claim, no one objected to you investigating where the funds were going, but we strenuously objected to you insinuating that it was a fraud (which is what you did) as we were still waiting for a list of names of the dead. 6,000 was the number when you broadcast your attack (some 3,000 was the real number), that is simply a fact... no spin. There's no question, sir, that you have become quite powerful. The panic that you started that week scared other charitable organizations into simply handing out money to anyone who walked into their office. I suppose the threat of a Senate investigation would scare most anybody. It was an interesting week though... you showed up on the Today Show to talk about the telethon, but when pressed by Matt Lauer, admitted that you would only talk about the scandal if they hawked your new book. Fact... no spin. You said your tactics weren't about ratings, and that same week took out ads bragging about beating Larry King for the first time, all while Eliot Spitzer and Frank Thomas and Josh Gotbaum were weeding through the difficult task of who was dead and who was not.

I don't make as much money as you, Mr. O'Reilly (a fact that's easy to check), but I'm fascinated by your use of the word CELEBRITY as if you're not one... you put on make up, you do Leno, The Today Show, go on book tours, and do junkets, so let's be clear... you are a well paid celebrity. Period. No spin. And, to quote you last week, "with power comes responsibility"... people canceled their pledges because YOU told them that the telethon was flawed... a lot of money that should have gone to a lot of needy families didn't, because you wanted a controversy... and controversy has made you a celebrity... remember, sir, that this is me you're talking to publicly. I was the one you called several times the day before the telethon to say that we "had to include 'The Factor'" in the press interviews, and that it "wasn't fair to leave us out, we're a news program". Fact... no spin. I think people should know that.

Now, here's the only important fact: the 9/11 telethon was an unqualified success from the beginning to the present and we make sure of it. (I say WE because I'm on the board of directors of the United Way).

Your report last Thursday was a preemptive strike... NOT to protect the families affected by the tsunami, but to create more controversy for your own personal gain. Because of it, fewer people will donate money to help truly traumatized victims; they'll be afraid that their money will do no good.

So all right, Mr. Journalist... come on in. I'm booking the talent for the Tsunami event... and you, Mr. O'Reilly, are now officially invited to be a presenter... (at this point, not one of the people I've invited to donate their time has said "No")... this way, You can personally follow up on our fundraising... this is your chance to put your considerable money where your considerable mouth is... show up... help raise money... and if we're doing something wrong, point it out. I believe firmly in the check and balance system... you'll get nothing but a handshake and a "Thanks for helping out" from all of the rest of us "celebrities".

So what do you say, Mr. O'Reilly... either you ante up and help out AND be that watch dog that you feel we clearly need... or you simply stand on the sidelines and cast stones, proving that your January 6 TV show was nothing more than a "box of lights and wires" designed to make you wealthy.

We do the show this Saturday, it's across the street from where you shoot "The Factor".

I'll need a quick response.

Your fan,

George Clooney

I hadn't intended to watch that benefit, but I will now. Hot, smart, funny, kind, sarcastic, and doesn't want to get married. Why can't I find someone just like him?

(Although his overuse of ellipses is making me blind.)

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December 22, 2004

Suckface to Play Elvis on TV


jonathan rhys meyers
I ... am THE KING!
(Cribbing from various online news sources...)

"Irish actor Jonathan Rhys-Meyers beat out almost 500 hopefuls to play Elvis Presley in a new miniseries on US television.

'Elvis' will be aired on CBS in the US, and also stars 'Scream' actress Rose McGowan as Elvis' 'Viva Las Vegas' co-star Ann-Margret, 'The Practice' star Camryn Manheim as his mother, and Randy Quaid as his manager, Colonel Tom Parker.

According to the miniseries' producer, Howard Braunstein, Rhys-Meyers was chosen for his uncanny resemblance to the music legend.

"He was the first person I'd ever thought of for the role," said Braunstein. "I watched 'Bend It Like Beckham' and when you see him, you just say, 'He is Elvis'."

"He has the physical look and the style that embodies Elvis, both the sweetness and the sex appeal," he added.

Rhys-Meyers reportedly sent the makers of the miniseries a tape of himself dressed up as and impersonating Elvis.

"It was uncanny - the voice sounded so authentic," said Braunstein.

Filming is set to begin on January 10 in New Orleans, Louisiana, with May set as the air date."

This will be lovely, I'm sure, but here's the thing – I really don't want to see JRM playing Elvis in the final years. This guy is my celebrity crush for a reason, which does not include seeing him sweating in a fat suit under a pound of prosthetic makeup. [/shallow]

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November 30, 2004

Pants and Pigtails

Jake: dude
Jake: issues
Jake: serious issues
Me: what?
Jake: I just got done looking at all your sick twisted photos of Jonathan
Jake: the "shag me" one is the worst
Me: *swoon*
Jake: alanis wannabe
Me: isn't he dreamy?
Me: you'd switch teams for him, right?
Jake: DUDE
Me: I did
Me: repeatedly
Jake: how can you even deny the idea that he is one hell of a jonny torch kinda guy?
Me: hey, just because he's pretty, doesn't mean he's gay
Jake: it's not even the prettiness
Jake: it's the posing
Jake: the stares
Me: I know, his eyes penetrate my very soul
Me: just wait until you see the scene from Titus
Me: then you'll want him, too

And here you go! Never has jumping on a pool table looked so good.

Jonathan Rhys Meyers ("Chiron") vibrating around a dungeon

16MB/0:59/Quick Time format

This is the kind of guy for whom I, from the ages of 16 to 21, would have kicked puppies in order to gain his attention. Eaten babies, too.

I ask you – How many men can pull off the wearing of skintight red snakeskin pants? Very few. How many men can get away with wearing their hair in pigtails? Not many.

How many men can look freakishly hot while wearing skintight red snakeskin pants AND wearing their hair in pigtails? Precious few, my friends. Precious few. And when you find one, you should worship at his altar accordingly.

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November 25, 2004

Kiss Me, I'm Irish


Happy Thanksgiving, sweetmeats!

I'm Jonathan Rhys-Meyers, nice to meet you. Never heard of me before? I was in the movie Bend It Like Beckham playing Joe, the football coach, and I looked very hot in that film. Then again, I'm right gorgeous almost all of the time.

I've been cast as Schmendrick in the live-action version of The Last Unicorn, which means both HWG and Teem have to love me.

I'm from Ireland originally, and still live there. Some people think I can look a little strung out. I think they're just jealous of my cool hair and my come-hither stare.

Sometimes my top lip can look a little jacked up, but come on - would you kick this out of bed? Not a chance - unless it was to shag me on the floor.

Look at how pretty my eyes are (forgive me for desperately needing a wax in that photo). I look good in a suit, whether at a premiere or splayed out on a poker table. I'm all in, baby - allll in.

Sometimes I bear a striking resemblence to Joaquin Phoenix. When I was young, I used to get trapped on staircases.

I'm probably prettier than you are. But you can still take me home and play with me.

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November 18, 2004

Mystique's Mistake

Hey, Rebecca Romijn. You're dating Jerry O'Connell, right? Did you really want to trade down like that? Because your ex-husband, John Stamos, is looking rather deluscious. Witness the evidence:


What's up with THAT? I mean, I remember when this guy was Blackie on General Hospital, and he was cute then, but not like this. We'll just ignore the way he looked for much of Full House's run (the hair, THE HAIR!!!). It's like he hit 40 and suddenly because mind-numbingly attractive.

So that's too bad for you, Rebecca. Oh, I know - you think he was emotionally distant and he squeezed the toothpaste tube in the middle and he had the nerve to point out that one night that you laugh like a hyena. It's okay. Sometimes relationships just end and the two people go their separate ways. One goes on to become scorchingly hot, and the other goes on to ... Jerry O'Connell.

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November 15, 2004

Rhett Makes Me Scarlet


Hello, my name is Rhett Miller. I'm the lead singer for the Old 97's and I'm impossibly attractive.

Some people say that I need a haircut. They are wrong. My hair is perfect, and so am I. I have wonderful lips and I am likely the prettiest boy you've ever seen.

I even look good in extreme closeup, and when I've just woken up.

How many men do you know that look hot in striped shirts? Not many, I'm sure. But now, you know at least one.

I'm a sexy boy with a guitar. Feel free to worship me now.

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October 14, 2004

Special Delivery

Alrighty, I received this cryptic email from Clover and I'm not quite sure what it means. Interpretations - realistic or otherwise - are welcome.

I'm sending you something tonight, which you can take delivery of sometime before 9:30 p.m. It's direct from Boston, and I think you'll like it.

I'm thinking it's a fistful of teabags. Or baked beans. It's not him, as Roo suggested, because he has a meeting tomorrow morning. Fed Ex delivers that late, I think. I just have no idea what things are synonymous with Boston.

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October 12, 2004

Lucky Charms

Here's Clover (on the right, click for larger image) with a friend:


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June 24, 2004

Hide the Bana(na)

Good LORD. I know he's married and it's probably Wrong to lust after a married man as much as I am, but ... good LORD. HELLO, Eric Bana!


Click the image for a bigger version.

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May 04, 2004

Damn the Torpedos!

So last night I was all excited because the USA Network was showing the movie U-571. I know, I know - that's not exciting! Why were you excited?

WELL. I was excited because my new celebrity crush, Matthew Settle, is in that movie. Not for very long, mind you. But he has some lines! And he looks cute! Is there anything else that matters?

(By the way, I'm really not sure about this guy's sartorial choices, as seen in that last photo.)

SO, I was running around my apartment screaming my head off (figuratively) at my good fortune. And I recruited Teem to watch with me. She's a good friend, so she agreed to watch. According to her, the people portraying the Germans were "authentic." Yeah, I don't know either. But I could make out all the numbers they were saying, so I guess three years of taking German really did pay off.

But back to Matthew! He plays the just-married torpedoman, Lt. Larson. Actually, the film did not have nearly enough of the right Matthew (i.e. Settle) and had way too much of the obviously inferior Matthew, Matthew McConnaHEY! Who looked really skeery and stuff, all shaved and intense. But I could deal with him and his naked bongo playing if it meant that I was going to be able to bask in the loveliness that is Matthew "The Better One" Settle.

Oh, and a little too much Jonbon in this film, too. And his funkay haircut. But I do like when Jonbon gets killed by an enormous flying hubcap.

But back to the Matthew that matters. He looks so pretty in his dress whites during his "wedding," and he gets to exclaim that the Navy "didn't even give (me) five minutes to consummate my marriage!" when he finds out he's been sent out to sea. Teem missed that part because she was inexplicably focused on something else, but through the magic of TiVo she was able to replay the scene. And she agreed that his reading of the line was simply astounding.

Later in the film, my Matthew is shot! Repeatedly! In the chestal area! But he lives on, don't you know. He's evacuated off the German submarine and lives to fight (and consummate) another day.

I'd say his screen time was 10 minutes, total. I feel cheated!

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March 28, 2004


Okay, even though I have a longstanding, well-documented dislike for Agent Vaughn on Alias, I just watched the movie Never Been Kissed and I do believe I have to crush on Michael Vartan for a little while.

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March 18, 2004

Go Team!

Incidentally, when I say that someone plays on the same team that I do, I'm saying that I think we both like the same things. Geddit?

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March 17, 2004


You know how, sometimes, you anticipate every version of a potential event and then the thing happens and it's nothing at all like you ever expected it to be? And usually that's a bad thing, but sometimes it's really, really good?

Well, that happened to me tonight.

So, I called The Greg. Although wait - a side note. CLEARLY he can never be allowed to see this site. At least until he knows very well that I'm not some crazy stalker girl.

ANYWAY, back to the story. I called The Greg. Now, I was absolutely positive that I had not told him my name on Saturday. So I was a bit chagrined that I was going to have to do one of those "I don't know if you remember me BUT..." things. Which I hate, because they're dumb. But I was going to have to do it, so I tried to suck it up and just run with it.

So I get him on the phone and I start out with the "hi Greg, it's Julie Goodrich. I met you ..." and then he cuts me off with "Julie! I know who you are!" So I was perplexed, and told him that I hadn't introduced myself, and he assured me that I had. I said I was the last person that he worked on before he left the store, and he says, "I know exactly who you are.

"I was wondering if you were ever going to call."

From there the memory clouds a little, because I think I said something about not wanting to be a pest, and not even really realizing that he had given me his cell phone number until I got home, and then not really knowing what to do with it. In other words, I babbled like an idiot. Ah yes. I had a feeling that would happen at some point.

So I told him that I just wanted to call and thank him again for his time, and for showing me the products, because I was very happy with the results, blahblahblah, and "I really enjoyed meeting and talking to you, too. You seem like a really great guy." There she is! There's the geeky fangirl! I knew she'd make an appearance.

Then I said "you made a definite impression on me." Then he said, "as you did on me." Then the planets aligned and angels starting singing.

So I yammer on with him for about 10 minutes, talking about business-type stuff, and then he tells me that he's in his car looking for his hotel (he's down in Miami) and that since he's not quite sure where it is, he needs to get off the phone so he can concentrate on finding it.

"But call me later?"

So ... yeah. It took me three days to get the nerve to call the first time, I'm not sure I can do twice in a few hours. But I said I would, so we'll see.

Such a great guy. Just a really terrific person.

Oh, one other thing - I'm pretty sure at this point that he and I are playing on the same team, if you know what I mean (and I think you do). Which is fine! Because either way, it's all EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

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March 16, 2004

More Flies With Sugar

Okay, so, yesterday afternoon I sent an email to Philosophy customer service in order to tell them about the lovely experience I had with Greg, their regional sales manager, on Saturday. I was professional, with just a hint of gush. I'd say the split was 90-10.

This morning I received a brief "thanks for telling us what a great job Greg is doing, I'm forwarding your email to upper management" response. And then right before lunch I got this email from the Director of Sales:

Dear Julie,

Thank you so much for the terrific compliment about Greg. Greg has been with philosophy for 3 years and has shown a passion for both his job and the philosophy products. I agree that he is friendly and personable - truly an asset to this company.

I am thrilled that you had a good experience with philosophy and that you enjoyed the Nordstrom Trend Show. It can be somewhat overwhelming at these events when there are so many choices to make and it certainly helps to have someone walk you through the options. The great awakening peel is a great way to get immediate results without irritation and requires a minimal time investment. I know you'll enjoy using it at home.

I greatly appreciate that you took the time to share your experience with us. I have sent your letter on to Cristina Carlino, the creator and CEO of philosophy so Greg can get the recognition he deserves.


Robin White
Director of Sales

That's a turnaround time of less than a day! I wish all companies were that responsive to their customers.

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March 15, 2004


In reading back over the last entry on my site, I feel compelled to state that - in no way, shape, or form - do I have any knowledge of whether or not anyone I met this weekend is or is not gay. I just don't know (and it's driving me krazy)! But I would hate for someone to run across my entry and think that just because I personally wonder if a certain person might be gay, that it means that the person is, in fact, homosexual. Because it doesn't. I could very well be absolutely wrong about everything.

I really don't know anything.

I know nothing.


But anyway, Phase One of Operation Get Mo' has been completed - I have sent an email to Philosophy customer service singing the praises of their Greg. I wonder what the likelihood is that whomever reads it will forward it to him?

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March 13, 2004

The Best Day Ever II

Ah, Greg. Greg, the East Coast regional sales manager for Philosophy. My new crush. *swoon*

So it's noon and I'm wandering around. I cruise by the Philosophy counter and start looking at what's going on. The Philosophy presenter during the show was talking about an at-home peel kit, which seemed interesting.

An incredibly good looking man in a suit asks me if he can help me. Heh. I say that I'm interested in the peel, but it frightens me. He smiles (killer) and asks why, and I attribute it to my having sensitive skin that is prone to freakouts. He pats the empty chair and tells me "sit down, I'll take very good care of you."


So he starts asking me about my skin, why I think it freaks out, what do I already use, etc. And honestly, this guy is just so beautiful. I wouldn't say he was HOT in an OH MY GOD THAT GUY IS SO HOT purely physical way. This guy was beautiful - attractive, charming, sincere, friendly, warm. Everything. The whole freaking package.

Which means he's GAY! GAY! GAY!

He tells me all about the product, and then starts putting it on me. He started by taking two cotton squares moistened with water, one in each hand, and rubbing them over my skin to remove my makeup. And it was like being caressed. But not in a sexual way, obviously, but it was ... it was just really nice and relaxing. So he does this for about a minute, and while he's doing that looks down and says, "you have really cute shoes!"

So yeah. Gay.

Then he puts on the first part of the peel, and he's talking to me the whole time and I can't stop looking at him because his level of eye contact is just intense. Plus, his skin is gorgeous, and I want it. But I don't want his five-day growth. But his skin is divine! And I tell him so, causing him to blush.


Then he tells me he uses this product once a week, and if I decide I want it (hahahaha, I typed "HIM" there first. How Freudian is THAT?) he'll share all his secrets with me.


Then he puts on the second part of the peel, which is a foamy lotion thing, so I'm sure I looked ridiculous and yet we are having this intense conversation wherein he tells me all about how he got into the business (I asked). He was pre-med, then worked for Chanel, then worked selling medical devices and finally went back into working in skin care.

He's still talking to me for the five minutes the foamy stuff has to sit on my skin. Did I go to the show this morning? How did I like it? Have I been having fun? Would I like to be a surrogate for his children? (okay, not that last one. That's just my wishful thinking.)

Then the national Philosophy manager came by to tell him that they needed to leave very soon to get over to Orlando. My guy tells this guy that he's got about 15 more minutes with me and then he'll be done. And I was ecstatic because - 15 MORE MINUTES WITH GREG!!!


While we're talking, he keeps touching and grabbing and squeezing my hands and knees. Caressing. It was like ... it was driving me insane. Don't make me want you, Gay Skin Care Man!

We talk about alpha hydroxy acids and lactic acid and silicones that are good for the skin. We talk about our mutual, seasonal allergies, and how bad the pollen count is in Florida right now. He tells me he lives in New York, so he doesn't usually have to deal with the pollen allergy, but his eyes are itching and driving him crazy. So I tell him I never would have guessed, because he looks wonderful. He blushes again, and I want to tie him up and put him in my trunk and take him home with me.

And I would not return him, not for all the free stuff in the world!

Then he takes the peel stuff off, and he needs to use the whole two-wet-cotton-squares-and-rhythmic-rubbing thing to get all the residue off. So he does that for another minute, and I am in heaven. And swooning over a man I could never have. He takes off all the stuff and hands me a mirror - I could have been looking at the most horrible face in the world, and said, "I love it. You did a wonderful job."

He asks if he can put moisturizer on me. I want to ask him WHERE he wants to put it, but instead just answer (a little too enthusiastically), "YES!" He talks to me while he's putting it on, and he's rubbing my face and patting it into my skin andIjustwanttogivemywholelifetothisman.

He tells me he has one more final product he'd like to put on me, and asks my permission. I say of course, I am up for anything. He says, "Yay! I like you!" And I say, "Will you marry me?" At least in my head. So he puts this third product on and he's massaging my face and he tells me that, even though I don't have any lines or wrinkles, if I DID that this would help with them. I say I'm lucky that way, and mention that it's my birthday next week. He asks me how old I will be, and I tell him to guess. He says, "25 ... 26?" And I smile and say, "34."

And then HE swooned. Then he says, "Your mother must be beautiful, too."

I think I babbled something incoherent in response. Seriously, I'm pretty sure I said something incomprehensibly dumb, but I was just in this heady, emotional state due to this really strange, immediate and intense connection to this guy. It was amazing and wonderful.

And then he's done, and I don't want to leave. He tells me that they are going to be on the local news tonight. I make a mental note to have the VCR ready. I ask if he likes doing that sort of thing, and he says no, that it makes him uncomfortable for the most part. I ask him if he ever watches himself on TV, and he says no, but he sometimes sees himself on QVC during his appearances.

So yeah, gonna be watching the Philosophy segments on QVC from now on.

Then I ask him if he has a card, because I am the administrator for an online fashion & beauty website, and I fully intended on talking about my time at the trend show and would like to mention him by name. He smiles and says of course, and whips out a Louis Vuitton business card holder. But he is out of cards, so he tells me that he'll get a Nordstrom card and just write on that. Then he asks me if I want to know whose cards he DOES have, and I chirp "YES!" and he reads the names on the three cards.

I don't know who the hell these people are (they were all from Macys, I think), nor do I really care, but as long as it keeps me in this man's company, I don't care if he reads nursery rhymes to me, I AM SO THERE.

He hands me the Peel Kit to look at while he jots down his information on the business card. I ask if he might have samples of the other two products, because I was hesitant to buy the full sizes, and he tells me that he's not sure, but he can look. I say, "no no, it's not important," and he says "No, I want you to be happy, so let me see what I can do for you."


He comes back with the gift with purchase bag of samples and hands it to me. I tell him that I don't think I get that, because you have to spend $50 to get it and the Peel Kit is only $45. He smiles and says, "But you're sitting with me, and I'll give you whatever I want to give you."

I am just beaming as I write this. THAT is how awesome this guy was.

He gives me the card, and I look at it and can make out that his name is Greg. But I can't read the last name, so I ask. He takes the card back and prints his last name underneath the scrawl. He's also written his title (Regional Sales Manager). He says, "I've given you my cell phone number. I live in New York, but the corporate office is in Arizona, so that's why the area code is different."


I almost said, "Don't worry, I won't call you," but I was internally jumping up and down - and more than a little perplexed - that he gave me his cell phone number. What does that even mean?

So then he has to go, and I thank him profusely and tell him he was wonderful and I so appreciated his time and he tells me it was his pleasure and he hopes I like the kit ... but if not, I'm to return it with his apologies.

And then he's off, and I'm sad. Then I realize that I never even told him my name.

Then I had the makeover at Bobbi Brown, which was fine - actually, really good - but it paled in comparison to my whole time with Greg. I did get the global makeup artist that was there - Kari Presley - and she was terrific. I loved what she did, and bought a few things (a creme blush stick in Desert Rose, Iced Peach creme eye shadow, the new mascara, and a split pan eyeshadow in Champagne and Espresso). I also got a free mini tube tint in one of the new summer colors (Punch).

Damn, after typing all of this up, I think ... yeah, I do - I miss Greg.


Posted by Highwaygirl at 06:12 PM | Comments (10)

The Best Day Ever

I had a fantastic day! And I fell in love with another (I think) gay man! But more on him later.

I left the apartment early-early this morning to go to the Cosmetics Trend Show at Nordstrom. I bought the ticket ($5) about a month ago, and although I was excited about it at the time I was feeling pretty ho-hum about it this morning. But I knew there would be a goody bag given to everyone, so I figured it was worth going just for that.

So I get there about 7:50 a.m. and there's already a line queueing up. They open the doors at 8 and it's like cattle heading off to slaughter, with the pushing and jostling for position. We walked through a gauntlet of Nordstrom employees handing out the free stuff, then went up the escalator to the "runway" that had been set up on the second floor. I found a seat near the front, on the end, to make a quick getaway. Each chair had an adorable pink hatbox on it, filled with items for breakfast - Tropicana Smoothie, a pear, blueberry muffin and a Nutrigrain bar. I packed the hatbox and my goody bag into the empty Nordstrom shopping bag that was underneath my chair, then settled in for the show.

The show itself was fun - lots of new Spring looks, lots of national makeup artists and cosmetic company people were there talking about their lines, etc. I think the show broke up around 9:30 and then it was MASS HYSTERIA as people fought to get back down to the first floor and the cosmetics department.

My first stop was Stila, because I wanted to get a sample of the tinted moisturizer. But there was a meelion women there, so I wandered over to Smashbox. The national makeup artist for that line, Danial Chavez, was hysterically funny during his presentation and had a crowd of people around him already.

And then I heard him say, "We're almost sold out of the Runway Kit." I don't know what happened to me then, but I think my lizard brain took over and the economics of supply and demand came hurtling forth and all I knew was that if there were only a few of these "Runway Kits" left, I HAD TO HAVE ONE. Danial had a stack of the last ones in his arms, and I could see my hand reaching out in slow-motion to take one.

So take one I did. Bought one, too, for $59. And got a free palette with two eyeshadows and a lip gloss as a bonus.

This is one of the things that, honestly, I don't know if I'll keep. But it's actually a really good price for everything you get, so ... I'll have to see how the stuff looks on.

From there I milled around a little bit more, but decided this would be a good time to leave Nordstrom and go to the post office and mail the packages I needed to send out. I had a makeover scheduled at Bobbi Brown at 1, and wanted to get some more shopping in before that so I could go home right after they were done with me.

So I went to the post office, then went back to Nordstrom. I went up to the second floor to try on Wacoal bras. They were okay, but not okay enough to ever justify the incredible cost ($60). I kept looking around - I need some Spring-ish, short sleeved shirts, since everything I had last year has already been donated due to not fitting - and found something really nice in Nordstrom's house brand. Wrinkle resistant, nice cut, only $34. So I bought it in white, black, and french blue. Aaaaaaaand opened up a Nordstrom credit account to do so, because with a $100 opening purchase I got a $20 gift certificate.

Always willing to work the angle, I am!

Then it was back downstairs, and with the Stila counter sufficiently cleared out, I sat down to get matched to a color of the tinted moisturizer. And I ended up buying the full size because I liked the way it looked so much. I also, uh, bought the Illuminating Powder Foundation compact and refill, because I liked the way that looked on too.

I have a feeling one of these will go back. Oh, with my Stila purchase, I got a free compact with two lip glazes. Can you tell that the concept of "free stuff" is really big with me?

And THEN ... I met Greg. Greg needs his own entry.

Posted by Highwaygirl at 05:15 PM | Comments (1)

December 22, 2003

In Bloom

Heh heh heh.

Which Orlando Bloom am I? Well, I am this Orlando Bloom:

Sexy Orlando

Let it be known, though, that I don't want to be Orlando. I just would like him to be my house boy.

(KaChing is to blame for this, btw.)

Posted by Highwaygirl at 06:43 AM | Comments (1)

December 06, 2003


I have a bit of an obsession.

But can you blame me?

Posted by Julie at 12:42 AM | Comments (1)

November 06, 2003

More Orly

And not only is he hot, but he's also an artiste in several different media.

Posted by Julie at 11:18 AM | Comments (6)

November 05, 2003

MMM, Orlando

You know, I really don't care anymore that he's prettier than me - Orlando Bloom is just entirely too attractive.

Posted by Julie at 10:52 AM | Comments (5)