It's been plastered all over the internet that Rob has new photoshoots in Details magazine and also in Vogue. By the way, my favourite out of the whole bunch is actually this one.
|Vogue - from Robsessed|
My post today will not be about the photos. We know that he is hot and every one of us dreams that we have those super long legs wrapped around him. I included the above photo because it gives me warm fuzzy feelings of a romantic summer day walking on vacation with my sweetie - and I do mean Mr. TC. Italy is coming up in June...sigh.
I am postponing an Olympics post until tomorrow because frankly I don't have time. You all know I'm a bit type A (just a bit) right Dangrdafne? So I need to do the Olympics posts properly with photos, links, proper descriptions, blah blah blah.
Tonight is a quicky but wordy. Can you stick with me? Just before going to sleep tonight I looked through the Details interview and actually read the whole article.
|Angsty Rob seems even sadder after this interview|
(Did you notice that it was a Jenny giving him the interview? That made me laugh.)
The first thing that struck me was, god this guy is young. I mean we all know he is only 23 but still sometimes the way he looks I just forget that he was born in 1986. He really is a boy for all intents and purposes. What gives it away? Other than the fact that he is scared of vaginas. And the most significant relationship he has is with his dog? It's that he is a compulsive eater and that he looks as good as he does. That metabolism can't last forever sweetheart.
Never before have I felt like a cougar. I'm only 33 but, like I was telling SoTwired Jen, my 30's have been way better than my 20's and I've heard my friends in their 40's are even happier. My mother in her 60's says life gets better every decade. The older we get the more we seem to embrace ourselves. It gives us the self confidence to pursue our passions. A complete dichotomy from this poor lost beautiful boy.
No wonder he seems scared of all other people and seems to relish his relationships with animals. No other people mentioned in the article other than his mother but he spent a whole excerpt discussing elephants. I doubt he actually gets to meet any new people without having to deal with all the crap of being astronomically famous.
That he would think it was a happy day to be put out of his misery (and how convenient to be able to know the exact day when his teeth would fall out - ah, the British are an odd lot) I seriously feel sorry for him. Of course, now all I want is to take him in my arms and give him a good cuddle and rock him slowly while he cries. Sick, sick, sick...
Also, did anyone notice how he sounds so articulate in this article? Why does he sound like such a dick wad sometimes on TV? I'm sure I'd sound like a blubbering idiot in both mediums so I hardly blame him and Kristen for not interviewing so well on TV.
Well, off to bed now after an Olympic day of fun (and mixed feelings of sorrow as well). Will keep you all posted from Vancouver.
|Quatchi & Miga at Waterfront Station (major transport hub)|