Separated at birth

Recently I wrote a post giving a bit of a rave to a couple of bloggers that I enjoy reading. In this blog entry,

I also admitted to finding Oliver, art dealer and Author of Thought Not, to be quite yummy. I even went so far as to post a picture of him and link to a photo of his naked rear end, a rear end I would love to give a good whiskering to truth be told.

After posting this picture of Oliver, I have had a number of people email me saying they think I am handsome, what a great plaid shirt that is and where did i get those glasses.

Clearly you people are not reading the words, you are only looking at the pictures. What is more disturbing is that it appears that I have gotten a boner over a guy who everyone else thinks looks like me.

Given I have decided to never have sex again, self abuse is my only recourse so this kind of makes sense, but it is a little bit narcissic, ok, creepy.

I still think he is hot.