I’ve been slowly weaning myself off of Rob. It’s been tough, since I know we both feel the connection and the way that he stares at me through the tv like he’s just begging me to pack my things, move to California and run his campaign is pretty hard to ignore. It’s his hair. And his eyes. Oh, and that self deprecating wit.

Swoon.

But I’ve been trying, because I’m pretty sure it would break Josh’s heart and Charlie’s too. 

That’s right ladies and gentlemen, I’m in a four-way love square with the men of The West Wing and I’m loving every second of it. Is it weird if I say that I’m actually thinking I’m going to have to start to ration the remaining two seasons because I don’t want it to end? And I know, I know… some of you are concerned that I’m starting to think these characters are real wasting my time, but I’ve learned one invaluable lesson by my West Wing DVD watching binge:

Men who carry folders and use a lot of acronyms turn me on.

Update: Is it possible to watch “Extreme home makeover” without crying? Seriously. If you don’t cry when you watch that, you have to be a robot.  A robot with a stone heart.