Falling for Mr. Miller

Went…Wentworth…Wentworth Miller…

Just typing your name makes me giggle like a schoolgirl doodling the name of her crush at the back of her Trapper Keeper. Just the thought of those smoldering eyes, the way they stare back at me from across the television screen makes me go weak in the knees.  I close my eyes and that baritone voice fills my ears, its masculine timbre makes my heart skip a beat or two.  I read he used to sing in an a capella group back in college, I bet that voice is heavenly.  It sounds so heavenly even when he speaks.  I perched my cheek against my hand and stare dreamily at his pictures, entranced by his chiseled face…

*Sighs*

After watching Season 1 of Prison Break…I have unequivocally fallen for Wentworth Miller.

Damn you Mr. Miller, you've cast a spell on me.  You've invaded my life with videos, photos and endless articles about you.  You've eaten up the space in my pc's hard drive…and all because of that darn show where you pristinely performed the role of structural engineer turned con Michael Scofield.   I'd marry you in an instant.  Or go to bed with, have your baby.  If I was an American and had the beauty of Angie Harmon, I'd hunt you down and flirt shamelessly with you.  I might even exchange my career as a lawyer and be your stalker. 

Nyahahahahahahahaa….but seriously. *laughs*

Isn't he just divine? It must be those hypnotic eyes which color I can't put my finger on..they're a cross between blue, green and hazel. But one thing for sure, that stare is so lethal it could disintegrate any woman to smithereens. He claims he's just an average guy…I might contest that…He's close to perfection…Handsome, with that tall leanly muscled body I go for, a seductive voice, and a creative brain with an Ivy League education.  Waaaaah, the man's gorgeous and I can discuss poetry with him. What are the odds?

If only I could get a sample of his DNA and clone him.  *evil laugh*