jessica j

gross. never again using the word “spotting” unless referring to menstruation.

anyway. saw peter gallagher walking east on 45th street with a much younger man who was sporting a blue blazer and a petite faux hawk. gallagher had grey hair and kinda slouched, but we made eye contact, yes we did. i had on stupid grin and my hands were no where near his.

i’m totally into the young face, gray hair look on men. there was a crazy hot financial analyst at an NYSE event i went to last week. unfortunately, google failed to bring up his picture after i typed in “financial analyst” and “new york.” blerg.

i was mildly disappointed when i learned that my middle/high school crush started dying his hair. after years of believing that his white hairs were a result of a silly string incident gone horribly wrong, i found out that it was genetic–his mother has a full head of beautiful white hair that would make gunther jealous. i even had a screen name devoted to this feature. then again, i had a lot of things devoted to many of his things.

so yea, peter gallagher on 45th between 8th and 9th.