13th November

I know I've only recently started my own blog, but already two posts in and I've yet to mention this person. This very fact has most certainly surprised those closest to me. So here goes, a whole post dedicated to him.

While he may not have the piercing eyes of Chris Pine, the razor sharp cheekbones of Benedict Cumberbatch or the suaveness of George Clooney, there's just something about Gerry that really gets my 'full sized-aortic pump' thumping.

I can fully admit that he is not the perfect man. I mean no man can really size up to Matt Bomer (I swear that guy doesn't have a single bad angle whatsoever. I genuinely think he's digitally made sculpted). Gerry on the other hand, does have a bit of a chubby face, the scruffy stubbles and not exactly your Channing Tatum abs, but give him anything to wear (or not) and the chance to smile, and I swear it would be as if Gilderoy Lockhart incanted away the bones in your legs.

To me, it seems that Gerry doesn't prance around in the 'celebrity uniform'. He looks like a man that you could probably see walking down the street on a normal day and not resort to swooning and drooling (though it would most likely be me drooling with my tongue hanging out). What I'm trying to say is that he doesn't have the obvious good-looks like the men mentioned above. Seriously though, can anyone honestly walk past Matt Bomer without the urge to wrap your arms and legs around him that very Rapunzel-like way? I think not! (I'll add in a pic for those of you that are still a Bomer-virgin).

With Gerry however, he doesn't seem to go for the 'trying hard to be a celebrity' look, and that's what makes him more goddamn attractive in my eyes. When he allows the media the privilege of his awesomeness, he's dressed down and wearing his sexy, rugged stubbles. What makes Gerry my perfect man? I think I can pin it down to his attitude, his charm and his coyness. Together with his banter and the un-denying magnetism, he has the full package in my respect.

For someone like me, Gerry represents an attainable man, (you're thinking it's completely absurd and I'd agree), but for once, he's a man who's not fictional (though to some extent he may be), but unlike Mr Darcy, Duke Orsino or the likes of Noah Calhoun, Gerard Butler actually exists in the real world.

The way I'd word my regard for him is that I'm a huge admirer and a loyal supporter of Gerry. (Alright, alright, I can almost hear the scoffs and snorts from my family and friends at that statement). I would like to say that I'm not like all the other fangirls, but sometimes I don't know what happens and I go a teensy weensy bit hysterical. So, yes I'll admit that when my mum would roll her eyes at the Gerry calendar on my bookshelf and ask 'who's this man?' my reply is 'he's your son-in-law'. Or when my brother would shoot disapproving glares at my Gerry cushion, I'd get a sense of satisfaction and even when my dad (the only person I'm terrified of) asks 'who's that dude on your phone case?' I look sheepishly and say 'he's your son-in-law dad' (in my head of course, still don't have the guts to say that directly to my old man).

My sisters, their husbands and even my nieces and nephews, they've long accepted my 'delusions' of Gerry being their brother-in-law or uncle. So, when it came to showing them the new year's diary for 2014 (I personalise my diaries with family pictures via Photobox), little was their surprise to see Gerry's birthday neatly tucked in amongst the three other family birthdays in that week.

You've by now gathered my passion for Gerry, so would you believe that I actually got to see him in person? Hell yes, that's right! April 2nd 2013, Regents Street Apple Store, a Q&A for his movie Olympus Has Fallen. With a front row seat and the perfect angle for pictures, I managed to catch a nice stick-out-tongue pose for my camera. Much to my disappointment, the irritatingly annoying Apple Store geeks rushed out the stars (Aaron Eckhart was there too), thus I was unable to get a picture with Gerry. He did manage to give two autographs and a handshake. Ooh yes, the handshake was with me, and did I wash my hand you ask? Well, what do you think?!

I won't go into all the details of that day though I'm sure my niece Rizzy and my friend Sheepa have very eccentric versions of what happened. What I will do now is shower you with images of this beautiful man, and you are most welcome!

Happy Birthday Gerry, forty-five and still damn fiiine!