Dear Mr. Robert Downey Jr.,

Or can I call you Bobby? Because I probably wouldn't. I actually intend to have that put in our wedding vows someday.

"Do you, Kayla Shealey Eldridge Brooks Shealey (because that's just funnier than Kayla Shealey), take this man, Robert Downey Jr., to be your lawful husband; To have and to hold, forsaking all others, and always calling him by him complete and full name- Robert Downey Jr.?"

I do. I will.

Forever and ever and ever and ever. And ever.

See... I have this weakness for... what?? What'd you think I was going to say? The bad boy? The troubled one?? That's not entirely true. I have a thing for the witty ones. And the borderline mysterious ones. And the sexy ones. The *trouble* with this, is that when you combine all of those things, you often end up with the bad boys...

And, I know, I'm trying to steer clear of that. Trying. HOWEVER. If you happen to see Mr. Robert Downey Jr... will you please let him know that there's just something about him doing the best almost-duckface ever :

that just turns me to mush. It just gets to me. I don't know why it does. But, really- I don't think it even needs an explanation. Especially when he also crinkles his nose up like this:

He's just so stinkin' adorable. And when he says things like:

I just wanna say "That's right, baby..."

Anyway. I can't say much more on this subject. I just started thinking about Iron Man 3...  then, obviously, 2 and 1... then every other movie I've ever seen him in and I just wanna give him eskimo kisses. I just do.

But, for now, I'll just settle with looking up images of this personification of physical perfection on pinterest...

Signed,

The Future Kayla Downey Jr