I must admit that I’ve always had this secret crush on Thomas Jefferson.
Brilliant Statesman. Great writer. Who isn’t turned on by that? Yeah, I know, he had that little affair with one of his own slaves. Well, nobody’s perfect.
I must admit to always having an inordinate affection for John Adams:
The love letters between him and Abigail make a girl swoon.
What girl hasn’t imagined herself dancing in the arms of George Washington?
What? Oh. I guess that was only me. (blush)
Before he lost his teeth, this guy was THE guy to get on your dance card, ladies. He was the 1700’s answer to the burning question on every girl’s lips, “What do we have to look at while we’re waiting for Gerard Butler to get born?”
I have to admit that I’ve never really had the hots for Benjamin Franklin (and that’s not a sentence you read everyday, is it?)
Although I’ve always though he’d be a witty dinner companion, his fondness for French whores really amps up the ick factor for me. I’m afraid a platonic relationship is all I’m open for with this one.
Next and last on my limited list of Founding Fathers I wouldn’t kick out of bed for eating crackers is Mr. Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death, himself, Patrick Henry. I must confess to having a big crush on him and his courage. Would that we all could have such courage of our convictions. At the very least it would cause us to choose our convictions with much more care.
Who says I’m not a Patriot?
Happy Birthday, America!