I have a thing for Michael Bolton. The singer. The one with the long, flowing locks and the chest hair. I like his music. I like his voice. I like him. A lot. There is something about head to toe denim, fire, and horses that makes me weak in the knees. Can I get an amen? Oh, and kissing in rocky terrain, that is totally my thing. You're welcome in advance for this:
I don't keep up with celebrity news, but when I saw this, I had to catch my breath a little.
I'm coming, Michael! I'll be there in October. Wait for me!!!!!!!