'shipper admittance

I realized today that I am not a crazy Chuck shipper... oh no I am something far, far worse. I am Zac Levi shipper. Please not that I did differentiate between crazy and, well the lack of crazy.

See the thing of it is this. Zac Levi, is above everything, one of *the* most adorable actors that I have ever seen on screen. His interviews or quirk and he rambles on and on like there is no tomorrow. He's the kind of person that could talk for hours and I'd have no problem listening to them. Of course it also helps that he is also extremely handsome. When I say extremely, I don't think that, that even covers how just undeniable good looking he is. How is it that God packaged, this outwardly perfect package. His hair is perfect, his teeth are perfect, his body appears perfect, his voice is perfect, his face... perfect. I mean it's just simply bizarre. Even the fact that he could play video games all day long (perception is everything here) and not give a care about any thing else, not a problem. I actually live with someone like that now, so when I say, not a problem. I really do mean it. Surely there has to be something wrong with him?

What I wish beyond anything in the world, peace and happiness on earth withstanding, is that I one day have the honor of meeting him. Seriously, I really do! To just gaze at him without my heart thumping out of my body and just have the ability to be in his presence! That would make me unbelievably happy... and yes I would like to be able to able to strike up a friendship and blah, blah, blah. I know that I am married (happily, may I add) but that doesn't mean I am neither blind nor stupid. My husband knows the rules. If you've seen friends, you'll know the rules 2. Every couple should have a famous 10. All my slots would be taken up with Zac Levi. I know I don't *love* him. I said I wasn't a crazy shipper, but I do absolutely adore him.