This post is me acting like a completely stupid adolescent with a celebrity crush. I’m sure any intelligence points y’all had given me up to this point are now destroyed. But I had to share. Aren’t we all allowed some brainless lustful panting every once in a while?

My latest celebrity lust-crush, Nate Berkus, is on Oprah again. Her website has an upated bio and a new (too small) photo that just further convinces me Nate is destined to be my new husband.

Go look. I think you’ll agree. We’re perfect together.

Plus, Zionide gets more Google hits from “Nate Berkus” than anything else. Why not say more about him? The masses obviously want more.

I think we just need a “Nate Berkus Show.”

The “new husband” title used to go to Duncan Sheik, whom I still absolutely love and adore, but something about Nate just… really works out for me. And Duncan was The Man for over six years, so this is quite an event. Oh, and FYI: Paul Rudd still rounds out the top three.

You’re all invited to Nate’s and my wedding.

Just don’t tell Patrick. Or Duncan and Paul.