Dear Handsome Guy.

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Look at this man—I mean like seriously—and find me one good reason on why I should not sex love him. The hair, the jawline, the eyes—oh my God, his eyes—his shoulders, his everything. They are just too mesmerizing as they are. The wonder a man could do to a girl like me. Dear Matt Bomer, you can have half of my heart—because half of it is still with the one particular boy who I will always rape love who plays a guitar in a band. But oh my God, Matt Bomer. It would not be me if I don't squeal like crazy each time White Collar commercial appears on TV. Mr. Bomer, what have you done to me. You are one perfection. You are so freaking perfect, I could stare at your pictures all day and cry at myself for not being able to kidnap meet you.