But I think I truly do love him. Like, even in an "I just want the best for you George," kind of way. It might even be platonic (though since I do want what's best for him, I would be open to taking our relationship further if he thought it was the right thing to do.)
He's just so cool. He has this "can't be bothered" attitude about the whole Hollywood thing. He's always smirking, which I like. God knows there's always something to be smirking about (if you're paying attention, anyway.) He appears to have an excellent sense of humor, and by most accounts is a genuine smartass (there's virtually no quality I find more appealing.) He may even be a relatively decent human being. Plus he's pretty easy on the eyes.
Many of you may have read that he recently got into a motorcycle accident with his chick, in New Jersey. Apparently a number of hospital staff members violated HIPAA by accessing his medical records. (And let's be honest, who wouldn't in that situation?) Those employees were suspended and, in response, what'd George Clooney do? He probably got all pissed off and made some scathing comments in the press, touching on how horribly difficult it is to be an international superstar, right? Nope. I would have, but all he said was "While I very much believe in a patient's right to privacy, I would hope that this could be settled without suspending medical workers." How cool is that? It also pretty much confirms that he's never been diagnosed with erectile dysfunction or genital warts, or something, because you can bet he wouldn't have been so relaxed about the whole thing then.
P.S. He was also on "The Facts of Life" which, while not one of his proudest moments I'm sure, gives him additional cool points in my book. But I warn you, do not start singing the theme song in your head. You know the one. It'll be stuck there all day.
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Move to Hollywood sweetheart.
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