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When I see pictures of Robert Pattinson, I think naughty things. It’s not uncommon for me to moan out loud at my desk at the sheer beauty of him.

I’m not too embarrassed by my seemingly unprofesh behaviour because my art director Liz (read: boss), encourages my habit. She randomly emails me luscious photographs of him just to do my head in. We’ve probably You Tubed the Remember Me trailer 38,000 times. (The part where he pushes Emilie de Ravin up against the wall and kisses her…I have no words.)

The point is, I’m kind of in love with the guy. Yes, I know, me and a trillion 13 year old girls, but I have something they don’t: boobs. Ok, they’re not that big, but hey, they’re pert.

 
Liz and I swoon over this shoot. Source: Details.com

So enamoured am I with the bumbling Brit, I don’t even get jealous of K Stew (true love doesn’t seek to own another) and the endless ‘have they, haven’t they?’ speculation that surrounds their relationship. I’m sure they HAVE, but will it end in marriage and unkempt offspring? I doubt it.

 
Kristen looking totes jealous of Emilie and Rob’s poster at the premiere of Remember Me.

You see, Rob and I are on the same wave length. I got the joke he made recently in an interview with Details magazine about hating vaginas. It was FUNNY. Dude loves vaginas!

I was obsessed with vampires way before he decided to play one and they were catapulted into popular culture; Nosferatu is my favourite film! (Alright, it’s not, but my brother and I named our cat Buffy, as in Buffy the VAMPIRE slayer. That was in the 90’s peopl -- Stephanie Meyer hadn’t even dreamed her Twilight dream yet.) 

His music speaks to me in hushed volumes. I may or may not have shed a tear the first time I heard Let Me Sign, my God, it was life changing. 

Can he act? Oh, I don’t know, who cares! Have you ever seen hair more divine than his?

 
Hair better than mine? Don’t be daft.

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