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Hannibal the Cannibal

I have expressed time and again my admiration for intelligent, mature (read old) men who are predisposed towards  the cynical and the satirical. These are not your jolly, good fellows with round bellies and bushy moustaches. My celebrity crushes prove this all too well. Dr. House, Will McAvoy, Denny Crane and Alan Shore rank high in my book while the Robert Pattinsons and Taylor Lautners don’t even feature. This said, it will be easier to understand why I was attracted to Dr. Hannibal Lecter from the first time I set eyes on him in the series ‘Hannibal’ which is based on Thomas Harris’ book: ‘The Silence of The Lambs’. Not all classy men are gay... some are just cannibals. Everything from his well-tailored suits, to his sleek hair and elaborate taste in cuisine demand one’s attention. His vast knowledge of all subjects under the sun just adds to the appeal the man holds. It also does no harm that he is European, with fine tastes in culture, music and books… or that he has

Date a Guy Who Writes

Date a guy who writes. You will fall in love with his words before you've even decided whether  you like him or not. You'll read his Facebook notes and chuckle when you discover this side of him that is so well hidden. You'll realize that maybe you should give him your number after all. Date a guy who writes. His texts to you will be like the smell of rain on a dusty afternoon... refreshing. Much unlike the awkward phone conversations. You'll have to give him time to thrive in your inbox before he can awkwardly ask you what you are doing for the weekend... and if you would like to grab a coffee or something. You will soon realize that you almost always have to make the plans because this guy who writes more often than not, lives in his own head. Date a guy who writes. His first declaration of love won't be a pompous display of affection. He will tag you on a link to something he wrote and you will realize that it's about you... it's you... it's alw

Tis the season to be mushy...

So, it's finally here: The Month of Love. I've never quite figured out why it's the 'month of love'. I mean, shouldn't we then have a month to mark every other significant thing? A 'month of wit' would be great! How about a 'month of hedonism'? Oh, wait, we have December. 'A month of sarcasm and great Indie Rock'? No? Valentine"s Day is a ridiculous holiday. For starters, every reasonable person knows that red is not the color of love. Blue is! Blue, like the sky... or the ocean... such beautiful, endless things... things that you can get lost in. Not red, which is brutal...like blood and meat. Red which is ratchet and rude! And red, which is the color of the Lannisters! Also, people who are truly in love don"t need to shove their love forcefully down other people's throats. They don't need to paint the town red, literally. They have each other. They are content. All they need are these Valentine's gifts that e