Fit Pieces.

So I have a folder on my mac where I save photographs of beautiful looking men (sad bastard, yeh I know, whatever) and actually laughed when I was going through it: didn't think I had a 'type' but I don't think you can argue with the clear similarity between these ferocious huns. I know someone who has all the best features of each of them actually (I'm more smug than sad now). My flatmates' and my taste in men/boys couldn't be more different: we go from dapper to rugged and almost gremlin like; from youthfully pretty to just really quite old; with each of us thinking the others are dead odd for their chosen spice. Sometimes we can agree that just a wash will do though - you can't be fussy all the time.