Thank you. The song is so beautiful I was afraid I might ruin it, but the love shines through no matter what the gender. I hope you get a chance to listen to the youtube rendition I posted, Eric Clapton's playing moved me to tears. It was like his guitar was echoing his own heart.
I shouldn't take my whininess out on you. I saw this earlier and really enjoyed it. (Love a man in a tux). Thought I'd get back on LJ and tell you. Love my Starsky!
I love a man in a Tux too. Love it even more when I take it off him. If men only knew that all they had to do to get layed was put on a Tux and quote some poetry... or alternatively wear jeans and a black t-shirt (without a stupid saying on it... or a pocket) and watch a chick flick without snorting, or making dumb remarks and showing some emotion at the heart quishy parts... wait a second ... I'm talking about a woman aren't I? SIGH!!!
Mmmm, more Clapton.... and a couple of wonderful-looking men. They do clean up nicely, don't they? Love the premise of the fic, and (as always) seeing the blond's beauty through the eyes of the brunet :)
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