I'm not embarrassed to admit that I have a collection of drool-worthy TV boyfriends. My husband allows me these fantasy-dalliances because well, they're TV boyfriends. No harm, no foul.
You may wonder what the point is of having a two-dimensional boyfriend (or two, or 10). Think about it. You can totally count on him. You know when and where you are going to see him. He doesn't talk back. You can say anything you want to him and he will never disagree. You can even force him to listen to you by hitting the pause button ... he'll keep standing there as long as you need him to. Not only that, but breaking up with him is easy as pie.
If you get tired of one of your playthings you never have to see him again! TV boyfriends never try to talk you into giving them one more chance. They'll never stalk you and they'll never be hurt. That's just too good to be true, isn't it? On the other hand, if you start to miss them, you can pick up right where you left of and they'll never be the wiser and never make you pay for your mistake.
So who is worth adding to your harem? (Is there such a thing as a boy harem? If not, it's about time.)
Patrick Dempsey, Grey's Anatomy
He's soulful, sexy and funny. He's a man with such divine tresses that I feel sure that if we spent some time together, he could help me tame my own outta-control hair.
Back in the '90s, I was more into Scott Wolf's character than the floppy-haired, womanizer played by Matthew Fox. Now that he's leading the Lost crew, he's graduated to a hottie Mchotterton. He's gained a man-of-mystery vibe, and I am inexplicably drawn to him.
The up-and-comer is just the right tousled mix of tender and messed-up. His hair, which has yet to take on a life of its own, doesn't change the fact that this guy manages to make me feel his pain in the fantastical world of the show. I guess I'm saying I admire his acting chops as much as his mutton chops.
Tim Daly, Private Practice
He is smokin' hot in that I-am-too-busy-to-notice-how-hot-I-am kind of way. Yum. I must admit, this appreciation of his fab abs and grown-up cool means that there is more than just an eternal inner 16-year-old in my heart. Some part of me must be growing up. Not sure what to think of that. Don't want to think of that. Not thinking about that. La, la, la! Next!
Adorable! What's he doing chasing after the blondest sorority chicklet when he's such a sexy slacker mix of bad boy-meets-intellectual? Who doesn't crave that vibe every now and again ... and again.
Gossip Boys, Gossip Girl
These fellas are way too old to be in high school, but we'll pretend we don't notice, because this neatly coiffed bouquet of boys definitely raises the ante when it comes to handsome hairdos. If cool hair is what you're into. And I'm not saying I am, I'm just ... noticing. That's all.