[photo courtesy tchuntfr]
This post is part of People Who Should Date Us Mondays.
Dear Neil Patrick Harris,
It speaks volumes about my life that I had a major, for-serious crush on you during your Doogie Howser, M.D. years. Super cute! Good at computers (or, at least, typing)! And a doctor to boot! Be still, my beating 9-year-old heart. At the time, it made sense because I wanted to be a doctor.
Now, it makes sense because you like dudes. Crushes on gay dudes are to theater-loving chicks as STIs are to the contestants of any MTV "dating" show: intense, frequent, and difficult to get rid of.
Look, I'm not saying I want to bone you. I mean, I do, but that won't work on a number of levels. Basically, when we go on a date, it will just consist of us being hilarious and doing a musical number at some point. Surprisingly, this is actually all I require of a date (boning is more than welcome, but optional). Suffice it to say: most dudes I date are just a little gay (or a lot gay).
This date is gonna be legen - wait for it - DARY.