WARNING: This post is not about cats and has no greater meaning. But, there are gratuitous hot guy pictures. You have been warned. Proceed with caution.
I’ve never been a boy-crazy kind of girl. Not unless you count my mild obsessions with John Taylor and Jon Bon Jovi back in the 80s (I was convinced I’d be plucked out of the crowd and pulled up on-stage a la Courtney Cox “Dancing in the Dark”).
That’s why it’s so unusual that the last few weeks have found me preoccupied by a certain Irishman (my Mom should be thrilled she is getting pictures of a human dude versus a cat right?). It’s not the first time an Irish gentleman has caught my fancy. One of the first guys I ever dated in NYC was Irish (green-eyed, brown hair and ginger in his beard!). But not a from Ireland Irishman. Not like Timothy…
Let me back up a bit. A few weeks ago I was in LA shooting a TV commercial. I wasn’t literally shooting it and I’m not a creative (don’t come up with the ad idea), but I’m an account person so I’m on-set to make sure the clients are cool and to deal with any issues that might come down (yes, all the fun stuff!).
Our main actor, playing the role of a Russian Oligarch, was Timothy Murphy (I’ll post the spot once it airs – it’s awesome!). Let’s just say he fit my bill (if I were to have a bill). Tall, rugged, piercing blue eyes, an insane smile and…an accent (the guys on-set were not happy – good-looking AND an accent. Not fair they protested). He looks like a cross between Viggo Mortensen and Ed Harris so and actually acted with them both in “Appaloosa.” Christina Aguilera found him hot enough to cast him as her dad in her video “Hurt.”
I first saw hottie (aka Tim) at wardrobe fitting the day before the shoot. We’d spent most of the day watching tall, thin Russian models traipse in and out in skimpy outfits assessing how we thought they would look in-scene etc. Finally hottie came out in a smooth looking suit. Someone without missing a beat said – with an authoritative voice and straight face – “Turn around and show me your ass.”
Um. So, that person it seems was…me.
It felt like an out-of-body experience. It wasn’t me talking, it was like watching a movie. The room went dead quiet (director and senior creative included). Tim started turning around and then caught my eye and eventually realized I was joking (meanwhile one of my creatives was turning around ready to show me his ass thinking I’d been talking to him!). I made the mistake of telling this anecdote to my most senior client whom, upon seeing Tim for the first time, yelled at him saying “Turn around show me your ass.”
Anyone who knows me can attest that I am rarely if ever speechless. Trying to speak to Tim was a challenge. I lost all ability to say anything halfway intelligent in his presence. I was useless against his powers (those piercing eyes and that smile). I was like a schoolgirl. So in case anyone doubted it, I have proven that it is possible to be boy-crazy in your late 30s.
I’m guessing Tim is in his 50s but I’m not for sure since his birth date is not available as far as I can see. But hey, as long as he isn’t old enough to be my father. It’s cool with me. Of course I would DIE if he ever found this post but I had to blog about it. Since I have been obsessed preoccupied with it lately. I mean..I owe it to my fans right? LOL!
And since we are speaking of hot Irish men, what about that Noel Fitzpatrick, the uber vet who gave Oliver his bionic paws?! Well, it turns out he went to vet school at University College Dublin and some of my readers are pretty sure that accent sounds Irish and not British.
Well, I lobbed an email into his people to see if he would be willing to do an interview with I HAVE CAT. Perhaps I’ll get to the bottom of if this hot-shot vet is single (if he is, it won’t be long after this Wednesday when the BBC airs “Bionic Vet”).
This is the commercial we were shooting.
And this is me with my crush at the MTV VMA’s on Sept 12th, 2010! I never thought I’d see him again, but they needed someone to help him and the two models from the spot down the red carpet (it was really a white carpet). Of COURSE he remembered my comment at the shoot. Maybe that’s where his hand is where it is. LOL!