Taunting me with his existence, again. Also: LOVE

Oh, bespoke waiter, why must your breath-taking beauty, even with a lousy haircut, rob me of all powers of intelligent or even coherent speech?  I might be able to woo you with my wits but everytime I see you my tongue gets all mushy and I start to drool a little bit.  And once again, I left my take-out container on the table afterwards because I had to run out of the restaurant and go fan myself before I regained the capability for rational thought.

And yet over at the love meme, my beloved f-list keeps accusing me of being intelligent.  Foolish mortals - you've never seen me wilt in the light of the Adonis of my libidinous dreams.  Despite your misconceptions, however, I still love you all and remain totally humbled by the concept that such awesome people are so fond of my absurd scribblings.