Marrying George Clooney

so here is the moment. the big moment.
i love george clooney. i do.
honest. cross my heart.
he’s such a guy kinda guy: philanthropic, sexy, funny, charming… sexually confused (come on, come on….who isn’t talking about this…) and then low and behold, a moment.
tonight.
my husband wearing his faded black jeans, and a tattered tee shirt — his very short cropped grey hair, his three day beard and his gorgeous baby blue eyes – walking toward me with a glass of white wine.
my heart frickin’ stops. it does.
and i think:
wow… oh, wow.
holy mother of god.
he’s my fantasy.
he’s my clooney.
he’s my guy.

i swoon.