I Love A Man In Uniform
I've gone on about him before, the celebrity man of my dreams, but it's really Detective Logan that I love, not Chris Noth.
It may have been the plaid ties he wore in nearly every episode of Law & Order. Or the beaten brown leather coat. Or the way he said, "That really frosts my cookies, Max."
Chris Noth is a so-so actor, but Mike Logan is snarky and sarcastic. He's a champion of the underdog. He's the kind of guy who throws the rule book out the window when his partner is in trouble; the kind of guy you want to have your back. I'm done with the fookin' Irish, but in his case I'd make an exception.
And oh my god, that spectacular widow's peak. Which, in combination with the cowlick falling foreward over his forehead, reduced me to a blathering idiot on Broadway and 55th Street, in the fall of 2000, when I saw him in person.
Chris Noth, that is, not Detective Logan.
And then today I found this item on Jumbo Shrimp. I mean Fox News. So you understand, don't you, why he truly is The Perfect Man?
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Postmodern Sass dreams of karaokeing with Chris Noth at The Cutting Room in New York one day, but what's in the cards for her now is a blue Christmas in Toronto, and a Hogmanay in Chicago.
It may have been the plaid ties he wore in nearly every episode of Law & Order. Or the beaten brown leather coat. Or the way he said, "That really frosts my cookies, Max."
Chris Noth is a so-so actor, but Mike Logan is snarky and sarcastic. He's a champion of the underdog. He's the kind of guy who throws the rule book out the window when his partner is in trouble; the kind of guy you want to have your back. I'm done with the fookin' Irish, but in his case I'd make an exception.
And oh my god, that spectacular widow's peak. Which, in combination with the cowlick falling foreward over his forehead, reduced me to a blathering idiot on Broadway and 55th Street, in the fall of 2000, when I saw him in person.
Chris Noth, that is, not Detective Logan.
And then today I found this item on Jumbo Shrimp. I mean Fox News. So you understand, don't you, why he truly is The Perfect Man?
Postmodern Sass dreams of karaokeing with Chris Noth at The Cutting Room in New York one day, but what's in the cards for her now is a blue Christmas in Toronto, and a Hogmanay in Chicago.
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