I just hit an all time low. It seems that I made the mistake of admitting to the designers I work with that I have an unexplainable crush on Patrick Dempsey. Oh, to have him offer to pay my dry-cleaning bill after spilling wine on mother’s white leather fringe jacket circa 1981. Teenage date- rape fantasy, indeed. (The hell?)
Today, I sat down at my computer and discovered that the guy who sits next to me had pinned a magazine picture to my wall. Patrick is staring at me as I type this. Here is some of what’s written on the page to the left of us fabulous hair.
1). That fabulous hair. “It’s my biggest asset and my biggest flaw. It takes hours to look like it hasn’t been studied.”
2). That body. “Here I am, I’m almost 40, I’m going to stay in shape. I go to the gym as much as possible.”
3). The attention of costar Kate Walsh. who plays his recently revealed wife (and I fine entirely unattractive in that Tori Spelling kind of way.). “He’s got those beautiful eyes and he’s super funny. And very charming.”
4). More fun in his scrubs. “Yeah, every now and then I’ll wear them home. It’s always fun to play doctor.”
Truthfully, I think the only reason I like him is because I think he sort of looks like Sean Penn. And I’m having trouble continuing my obsession for Sean Penn after the whole boat fiasco. There was a time where Sean Penn could have totally been a back door friend.
It appears a teenage girl moved into my cubicle today.