If you really want to win me over, make me laugh. My dad’s motto was “a little laughter in life” and I have tried to carry on that tradition. I have difficulty relating to seemingly humorless people, the sort you feel as if you have to walk on eggshells when in their presence.
Sure, sometimes you have to laugh to keep from crying, but it’s good for your soul and for your face–puts the creases in all the right places. Mr. A is an excellent example of this. You can tell this is a man who smiles and laughs quite a lot. Crinkles, anyone??
He doesn’t seem to take himself too seriously–his work, his roles, oh, yes–but not himself. How refreshing that is in a world of raging egomaniacs who have far less to have a swelled head over than Mr. A.
The man is also effortlessly sexy. In a world of wanna-bes who try way too hard, he simply IS sexy. His voice, his smile, his eyes, the way he moves–the assorted and sundry physical features we all admire. And he’s smart and funny and sweet and a bit geeky, all of which I also find sexy. And his characters. Oh. wow. We have enigmatic and brooding, tough and dangerous, yet tender and sweet, alpha males, heroes, characters spilling over with joie de vivre, with charisma to spare.
Indeed, what’s not to love about this guy? And you know what would just tickle me pink? To make Richard Armitage laugh. To be in his presence and have him throw back that handsome head and give one of those big ol’ belly laughs, his crinkles on full display and those baby blues a-twinkling. Not likely to ever happen–but a girl can dream.
- More RA Poetry: The Bearded Beauty (thearmitageeffect.wordpress.com)