Let’s just say I don’t have a typical 28-year-old woman’s taste in men. It’s not that I don’t see the attraction in the glittering, tan abs of a more age appropriate hottie, like Ryan Reynolds, let’s say. I just also get tingles at the thought of George Clooney or Alec Baldwin‘s raspy voice in my ear. Maybe I have daddy issues.
So last year, as I sat in a movie theater of teen girls watching Twilight Saga: Eclipse, I hardly expected to get the wind knocked out of me when Taylor Lautner took his shirt off. But that’s exactly what happened — I audibly gasped. And then I started to feel icky. 19-year-old Taylor was only 17 when the movie was filmed, making him jailbait. And, even though he’s now over 18, he’s still 11 years my junior, and decades younger than guys I would actually consider dating. With him I would feel like a cougar, or Mrs. Robinson.
But despite that feeling of ickiness, I must admit, I still find him wildly — I even have trouble writing this word about a teenager! — sexy. He is hot. There, I’ve come out and said it. Publicly. And, if I were to meet him at a bar (which he can’t legally go to yet) and he wanted to take me home with him, I wouldn’t hesitate to comply. Just tell me you wouldn’t do the same.
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