Sometimes I wonder why I am attracted to certain people besides the obvious.  I have a bit of a contrarian streak in me, plus as someone who grew up on a steady diet of punk rock and then various indie acts that dominated my home town I seem to have a taste for the more obscure.  Not that Kelly Brook is like, some unknown flower I discovered but she isn’t exactly a name everyone in America knows.  After all, she’s foreign, which clearly makes me enlightened.  Ain’t I a sophisticatant?  But… I don’t know if that’s true or not, I think mainly I like her because she’s hot. But there’s a lot of hot girls so maybe somewhere in my soul I imagine myself somewhere on the French Riviera, surrounded by men in monocle and women with cigarette holders as I wow them with my witty repartee.  We’d all laugh and drink and I would blow them away as I say, “Ain’t I a sophisticant, today I want to fuck Kelly Brook.”