I like Sandra Bullock. Her movies can be uneven at times (from a writing standpoint, 28 Days horrified me. How did that not get script doctored?!?), but the person herself is fun. She is the second biggest prankster in Hollywood and my personal choice for the crown (the other contender is Mel Gibson, but there's a difference. Gibson's humor is self-serving and sometimes cruel,while Bullock is fun, like how she kidnapped Michael Caine's Oscar. This is why the revelations about what an asshole Gibson is didn't surprise me. Our humor reflects who we are. Pay attention to what people find funny, you learn a lot that way). She's a tomboy. She's an individualist. And, yes, I guess I have a bit of crush on her. She's someone who isn't growing up, she's just getting older.
(This is not to excuse some of her questionable things, like participating in the visitation war between Jesse James and his previous wife. I know the reality may not be so much fun. That's why I'm content to the occasional crush on Bullock and don't get moony-eyed over her.)
Jesse James, her husband, is also nuts. I thought, when these two got together, it was a match made in Heaven. Not so. Although James is denying the specifics, allegations of him having a fling with a tattoo model while Bullock was shooting "The Blind Side" have surfaced, and she moved out of their house on Monday.
I don't get it. Let's suppose, for the sake of argument, that I get to meet Kylie Minogue. She turns out to be a swell person and falls in love with me. What would I do? I would put anniversary and birthday reminders everywhere so I wouldn't forget. I would make sure to do some sort of little thing to make her happy every day. And if any woman offered an affair and that Kylie would never find out, I would run for the hills with shotgun in tow, and send an assful of lead at anyone that followed.
I just don't get it when guys get The Big Prize, a woman who is nuts about them and isn't asking for anything more than them in return, and they just chuck it away.