Dang you, Matt Bomer!

CONFESSION: I've held Bryce Larkin against Matt Bomer for a long time. He - with his way-too-perfect looking, chiseled face - was just a big ole pot-stirrer to me.

But I became curious after Netflix continually insisted that I would enjoy White Collar, and a friend was all too eager to share Bomer appreciation. (I suppose, however, I deserved it after introducing her to David Tennant's Doctor, of which I'm not even the least bit sorry...)

Five episodes in, and not only am I absolutely hooked, but I'm totally crushing all over Neal Caffrey. Lives in a midtown Manhattan apartment that makes me literally salivate, rocks quality tailored suits and a fedora, solves crimes being clever, romantic at heart, appreciates the finer things in life, can throw down about post-Impressionist European art, has killer blue eyes...

Please excuse me as I swoon like a teenager.

(UPDATE: he sings, too?! Oh, well....OF COURSE he does...)