Well, it's really "I Love Myself For Loving You: Chelsea Clinton." Just in case she reads this one day when we're going out.
Chelsea Clinton is really hot in person. I was at a party once and saw a dolled-up redhead in a slinky green dress, shuffling through the crowd with a decorated Marine on her arm. At the time, I was partly distracted by conversation with a very hot, spiky-haired Iraq war vet who was telling me about her taking a tank out for a spin and blasting some death metal into the Bagdad streets, just for laughs. She looked exactly like a girl I fell in love with in New Orleans on her last night before reporting for duty with the Army, and who I never heard from again after she went to Afghanistan.
The redhead came over to us and said a polite hello. When I realized it was Chelsea, my eyes nearly popped out of my head. And not because she's famous-- although that must have been what she she thought my reaction was due to-- but because she had changed so much... and for the better.
It also helps that I'm totally her type:
I should superimpose my face over his, like that candidate did in Texas. Then she'd see, then she'd see.... Okay, I'll stop now.
[Top Photo: Reuters; Bottom Photo: Dimitrios Kambouris, Wireimage.com]
