Making Out with James Marsden

Dear Diary,
OMG.

I broke a cardinal rule of mine tonight, and boy am I glad I did. The rule? Date No Man Prettier Than Thou. The catalyst for the break? A guy who looks, LITERALLY, like James Marsden (see above. In case you missed it.) The place? A mixer (yup, they still exist) held at a swanky club in West Hollywood. Did I mention the guy is a dead ringer for James Marsden? Yowza. Mmmmmmmm. YUM.

Long story short, while standing next to this gorgeous creature at the bar, I asked him if he gets mistaken for James Marsden, and he said no, but sometimes he's mistaken for Tom Wellington (who I believe plays Superman on that show on the WB. Again, yum. Again, wow.) We started chatting, I made him laugh, he asked for my number, and I said sure. In my head, I said "FUCK, YEAH! REALLY? OMG. James Marsden is asking for my phone number. Maybe we'll have a drink and make out. I CANNOT WAIT TO BLOG ABOUT THIS."

The rest of the night was fun as well. I had a great conversation with an oddly attractive, older guy who directs horror movies (no joke-it's LA!) as well as terrible conversation with a socially awkward ballroom dancer who tried to impress my girlfriend and me with his brief appearance on "Who's The Boss?" during the 80's (again, it's LA. I mean, I couldn't make this up if I tried.)

So you wanna know who has room for another in her Four Man Plan? THIS GIRL. Because if it has to be the Four Man Plan guest-starring James Marsden as number 5, guess who is NOT going to complain? You're right! ME.

And now, off to bed. To sleep, perchance to dream of making out with James Marsden. Sometimes, I feel like the luckiest girl alive.

Love,

Foodie Gal aka "The Future Mrs. Marsden"