Dear Mike Rowe (of Dirty Jobs and Deadliest Catch fame),
I love your rugged, weathered good looks. Your sexual deep voice turns me on every time I flip to the Discovery Channel. I do not care that you were born in 1962 and could be my father, I would do you anyway. I've always been attracted to beer-drinking, risk takers and you are the epitome of all that is good and holy in this genre of men. Lets make really outdoors-y babies, and conceive them on the Bering Sea somewhere. Until then, I will continue to drool over your mug on channel 38.
Don't ever shave your stubble,