I just can’t help but mentally undress Bill Clinton all day. Every time I see that silver fox my legs feel like jelly, he’d weaken the knees of even the straightest of men, he’s that stunning. Look at him and tell me he isn’t just the perfect man you’ve ever laid eyes upon. His hair is thinning and grey but there’s still enough there to tousle, the adorable little crows feet he has that shows he is always up for a good laugh, the forehead wrinkles that indicates he’s a wise and insightful man, his somewhat red complexion that denotes him as a firm yet soft hearted person, ugh I want him so bad. I truly believe that someday, something can happen between him and I, but until that day comes I’ll just have to keep practicing kissing on my A2 sized poster of him