What is it about John Cusack?
Is it his eyes?
So dark, so intense. A twinkle of mischievousness mixed with an ancient wisdom.
Is it his smile?
Slightly crooked, never sure if he is ecstatically happy or morbidly depressed.
My oldest friend Natalie introduced me to John Cusack when we watched The Sure Thing.
He ruined me for all men in 1985.
Maybe it is the characters he has played over the years.
Slightly goofy, always the underdog or unappreciated romantic.
The romantic Lloyd Dobler in Say Anything and Johnathon Trager in Serendipity, the neurotic Martin Blank in Grosse Pointe Blank, the supporting Vince Larkin in Con Air.
Of course, now that I am all grown up and mature I have recovered from my obsession with the tall, lanky, dark and handsome man. Nothing at all like David Tennant.