I'm a Han Solo kind of girl
That awkward moment when you want to jump a fictional character's bones.
Not Cary Elwes. Not even Wesley, but Dread Pirate Roberts.
"As you wish" is right. Girls secretly just want a guy that will accommodate our every whim. Guilty. Plus, he's smart, witty, good with a sword (heyo!) and has a really good head of hair. I'm in on all accounts.
Growing up I had a huge crush on Trent from Daria. Who didn't? I mean, seriously.
He was so effortlessly cool. And he was a musician. It's every teenage girl's wet dream.
And guys, there will be absolutely NO judging. I know Jessica Rabbit makes your jeans tight.
I get it, I do. She makes me weep over my normal looking boobs and dresses with reasonable-length slits.
You know what all of this means? Dressing up. Awww yeahhhh. I sense an increase in red dress and purple gloves purchases very soon. Or maybe Princess Leia's gold bikini. They'll look really nice on the floor.
And I wouldn't kick Han Solo out of bed. Just sayin'. Or Chris Pine's Captain Kirk. (WHAT, I like my fictional characters to fly spaceships. It's not weird.)