Scrawny, emaciated boys are not my thing. As aforementioned, I am a tall thicky-thick girl. It just wouldn’t look right. Much to my chagrin, these “break when the wind blows” boys run amuck in Nashville. You can imagine my disdain. You can probably also imagine how much I was NOT feeling Orlando Bloom when I first saw him as Legolas. I was watching The Lord of the Rings several months ago with my friend Dez (miss you) and she proceeded to tell me how fine she thought he was. Dez is a special girl (special in a GOOD way), so I just kind of blew off the fact the she was feeling this frail, pale….thing. She then proceeded to school me. After the movie, we skipped to the bonus features and, well, it was OVER. I was not ready. Ooooooooooooooooh HE FINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (I will probably have to repent of this later.) He is a special kind of fine. He is all kinds of fine. He is every kind of fine. He is F-I-N-E knuckle-biting fine. He is frail and he is FINE.
That’s pretty much all I have to say about him. Mainly because that’s all I know about him. That and he’s British.