Tuesday, May 6, 2008

To the Max . . .

Some things you need to know about me.
  1. I love my husband. He's smart, funny, handsome, a good father, a good doctor, a generous friend, and can balance heavy objects on his . . . oops. TMI. Nevermind. Oh, he also has good taste in women.
  2. I work ridiculous hours these days. So I have not time to watch TV.
  3. When I watch TV, one of the few things I watch is "Dancing with the Stars." I find the Latin dances so fascinating and erotic. If I can find the time, I fully intend to take dance classes and put the samba panties to good use.

That being said, there is also something else that you may have figured out, and that my husband knows and has come to accept . . . I love looking at beautiful people. Especially beautiful men. Beautiful men dancing hot, sensual, Latin dances . . . Oh. My. God.

Tonight, I am watching "Dancing with the Stars". It's the 100th episode. So they had some of the old stars, including some of the old dance professionals.

HE was on. One of my favorites.

MAKSIM CHMERKOVSKI.

Professional dancers have always impressed me. One of the things that made Patrick Swayze hot was that dancer body. Lithe. Lean. Flexible. Graceful. Athletic. The dancers on "Dancing with the Stars" are no exception. Ok, men, I'll give it to you. On occasion, they look a little effeminate. I can overlook it. But no doubt. Except HIM.

MAKSIM CHMERKOVSKI.

He has all the grace, athleticism, flexibility, and style of a dancer. But he's got this frame that's a little bulkier. Little more manly. He's always got a few days worth of facial hair. Strong jaw. Thick, black hair. Thighs that look like they could support your weight pinned against the shower wall. For hours. And an ass. Oh. My. Don't even have the breath for the extra "God".

Standing still, he's ok. Moving, he is beautiful. He and Mel B danced an encore performance. It was good. Not as good as the Paso Doble they did at the end of last season. In my dreams, Mel B got sick and I had to practice that Paso Doble with him. Over. And over. And OVER.

He can eat crackers in my bed anytime. I don't care what the Dr. says. He just has to dance while doing it.

Respectfully submitted,

The Wife

2 comments:

BWoP said...

I used to think it was that Alec Mazzo guy . . . til I saw Maks.

Yum indeed.

(At least F-Train gets to ogle Edyta, so I guess we're even.)

DrChako said...

Oh yeah?!

Since you are blogging about all these other men, I'm forced to do a little showboating over at pokerdoctor.

This is your fault.

-The Husband