Do You Guys Ever Think About Dyeing?

I had a wet McDreamy

Thirst of the Week is a new series I’m starting where I—you guessed it, have been thirsting after someone/something all week!

It won’t always be a person (Chris Pine w/ Long Hair) I do have some couth—it can be another noun like a place (Le Train Bleu in Paris) or a thing (The Dr Dennis Gross DRx SpectraLite™ FaceWare Pro), we love people, places and things! This week though, it is a person. Patrick Dempsey at the Venice Film Festival, specifically!

I imagine this is what Andrew Garfield will look like when he gets up in age

I am a follower of Christ (Shonda Rhimes) and while watching Scandal I have laughed, cried, and stored numerous images of Tony Goldwyn’s Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III in my spank bank, and before you ask—I am absolutely his sweet baby, however—I never watched Grey’s Anatomy! I know, I know—say what you will, but a bunch of doctors talking about a swollen appendage that isn’t Michael Fassbender’s John Hancock in Shame? Who cares! What’s the point—I can just watch The (incredibly offensive) Good Doctor.

The thing is—over the weekend, Patrick Dempsey—McDreamy himself—showed up on the red carpet of the Venice Film Festival, and suddenly everything made sense. Am I gonna go back and binge all 19 seasons of Grey’s Anatomy? Absolutely not. But I wouldn’t mind taking a peek at his anatomy if you know what I mean. And I know you know that I know that you know what I mean.

There really is something about a man whose greys just add to his distinguished demeanor. And this eye contact. I wasn’t even there, but I feel like he was looking right at me! Right THROUGH ME!

But then I started thinking about that time he dyed his hair platinum blonde. And if you don’t know how I feel about that, let me point you to exhibit B (for bad blonde

I wanted—nay, NEEDED Meredith Grey to give me a lobotomy. I wanted Jake Ballard to knock me out and lock me in the deepest, darkest corner of the basement of B613. I was begging Olivia’s father to come in and deliver the worst, most gut wrenching, shame-filled monologue about why—even at your lowest—you should never bleach your hair to make you feel something. This called for an intervention.

But thankfully, it was only a phase, he’s back to normal, and I can continue my thirst.

This suit was clearly a test-run for him to wear at our wedding

Also, speaking of Venice Film Festival, thirsts, and suits—Jacob Elordi. A lot of men don’t know how to accessorize without wearing rings on every finger or bracelets on both wrists, but this is such a beautiful accessory. I will be stealing it!

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