Her name is Lydia Hearst. She’s an actress and model but most importantly, she is the one. The only one….when I watch her, at least in this Esquire video, I can’t really see anyone else, maybe because she’s the only one in the video, or maybe because she’s just so perfect on all levels that no one else exists when she’s around….you know the kind of girl I would want to write letters to from prison, before filming a documentary on how I am going to win her love and affection by sitting outside her house, until her security gets rid of me, you know the background romance to my seduction that we can one day show our grandkids how our enternal love came to be, and in the mean time, I’ll just let this tingle in the pit of my stomach in love feeling that may just be indigestion. I eat pretty badly…I can’t be too sure…so until I shit myself…linger…and instead watch the video of her – because it’s all I have…but not all I need. Lydia, if you’re out there, will you go on a date with me? One that lasts forever? Or does me showing everyone your tits in video looking amazing ruin my chances?

I guess only time will tell…but I believe in the power of love…that love will set us free…that all we need is love…and every other love reference I’ve had shoved down my face over and over in songs…because whatever I just experienced watching this was poetic…if not a religious experience…hold me…

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