I have a confession. It's embarrassing but I daringly, and whole-heartedly, admit it. I have a secret crush on Anthony Bourdain. It's not because of his Richard Gere-esque grey locks and devastatingly attractive demeanor. He's not conventionally hot. Not at all. Ok, not even a little. But it's something about his bad-ass yet culturally sensitive attitude mixed with a sleeve of tattoos and a perma-cigarette/shot of alcohol in his hand. Honestly, I bet if I met him in real life his breath would smell like an ashtray filled with old cigarettes and tequila that's been spilled on the floor at a Senor Frogs in Tijuana by a drunk San Diego state frat boy named Chase ... with a hint of kimchee. You know, just because of all his travels around Asia. Regardless, I love the guy. Love his show even more--No Reservations. This man has my dream job. Think about it--he travels around the world, eating delicious food from exotic locales, gets drunk off his ass on the local liquor of his pleasing, and after everything, writes about it too! Anthony, if you are out there, hire me. I'll get drunk with you, eat interesting things with you, travel with you, smoke cigarettes with you. I'm good at all those things. I'm pretty sure we're a match made in heaven. What do you say?
