Mancandy Monday: Damon, from The Vampire Diaries

Because he was one of my first and only book crushes. I crushed on him so hard, I rewrote LJ Smith's books with me as the star.


Which I appreciate would have been weird, seeing as how he's hundreds of years old and I was thirteen. And also it was kind of odd how, in the story, I kept him in locked in my basement. I didn't have a basement at the time, but American stories (Chris Pike, Point Horror, Babysitter's Club) influenced me a lot, and they seemed to have a lot of basements in them.


Though the basement isn't really the odd part, is it. It's the keeping him down there bit, I know. I guess my thirteen year old self knew that I'd grow up wanting to poke men with sticks until they cried.


And although Ian Somerhalder isn't exactly as I pictured Damon, his rosy cheeks and girlish yet masculine good looks do bring out the stick-poker in me. Bad Damon, BAD! Get in your corner! Take off all your clothes! What's that you say? You like it when I tell you what to do?


Oh, Damon. I always knew you'd be this way.


P.S. I chose the picture not because I'm in the pocket of the CW and desperately want to plug their almost-good show, but because that picture Jesus fookin' H Christ on a bike make of sex. My thirteen year old self would have definitely stuck it on her pencil case.