A: It's Friday. There are no cute boys to talk about.
M: How is that possible. Should we sound the alarm on Twitter? Rally the troops?
A: On it.
M: Bring us the swarthy hot men, Internets!
A: First suggestion:
M: Hmmm...he's a bit pale, no?
A: He looks kind of fragile.
M: Birdlike. Lovely eyes, though.
A: Very English. And you know how I feel about that. Moving on:
M: Eh. I don't know. Do I have Hot Boy ennui?
A: I'm a firm NO on Enrique. He just seems kinda douchey. Viggo is fine, I guess. I found Daniel Day-Lewis so incredibly overbearing in Last of the Mohicans that I completely missed any hotness. We are hard to please. Next suggestion:
M: Okay, NOW WE'RE TALKING:
A: Well, hellllooooooo there.
M: Hot Boy doesn't seem to work for him. That is a Handsome Man.
M: Yes. Yes, please.
A: Right? Nicely done, Wendy.
M: I was not a fan of The Wire, but I will admit I stuck with it longer than I should have because of Stringer Bell.
A: I've never watched The Wire, but maybe now I start. Yes.
M: They mumble a lot. I couldn't hear half of what anyone was saying.
A: I'm unconcerned about this.
M: Hell, put it on mute. Whatever. Hi, Stringer.
A: Totes. WAIT. He is British, Marianne.
A: When do the Olympics come back again?
M: Well, the Winter Olympics are in two years but they wear SO MANY CLOTHES! Booooooo.
M: I know. It's either this:
A: SAD NOW.