Oh man, did they have it right in the mid-50s. Take a guy with a cynical side and give him a white-knight complex. Does it get any better? Throw in all the right moves and that's a winning combination.
What is it about Bogart that makes him so sexy? He's got the face of a horse and the ears of an elephant... not to mention a nasally voice with a lisp. Sure he has brawn, but he's not even very tall (topping out at 5'8")! Seriously, why is he so god damn sexy??
Oh right, because he's suave and mysterious and has one-liners scripted so sharp they'd cut glass. But most of all? Confidence (and just a hint of swagger) that would be all but egotistical if he wasn't jumping in to save his gal at just the right moment.
Where are men like that these days?? A guy who sees you swaying to music, wraps his hand across your hip and pulls you slowly (purposefully) into a dance. A guy who may not realize he loves you but does everything in his power to keep anyone else from having you, from talking bad about you, from any number of things. A guy who gets your favorite song stuck in his head, who takes you to his favorite place in the whole world and trusts you to appreciate it just the same, who remembers something about you that makes him smile.... then lets you know he remembers. A guy who's not afraid to take what he wants, when he wants (with your permission of course!); and who isn't afraid to say what's on his mind around you.
Sigh... just my luck I was born a romantic in the wrong era.
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