there is nothing wrong with looking at a person, being it male or female, and saying "damn!"

Before I get down to what we are here for, I want to address a subject that was brought up to me this evening. I received a message accusing me of objectifying men through my series of Verbaledudette's Olympic Hotties. I disagree. I do not believe I am promoting any sort of objectification. Sure, I write about how talented and beautiful they are, search for shirtless pictures, and make up stories about us making love in almost every room of their homes, but they are chosen because of admiration. All this is is talented athletes that look good, sprinkled with colorful sarcastic humor. 

I think it is important to recognize a body that someone has worked so hard to create in order to be the best athlete in their sport. I write these posts as I sit in my pajamas, regretting not going to the gym, and eating Girl Scout cookies, while these men work their asses off to achieve a goal. There is nothing wrong with looking at a person, being it male or female, and saying "damn!" 

The Webster's dictionary defines objectifying as "to treat (someone) as an object rather than a person." I do not see these athletes as objects for sex (but hey, if their down..)  I see these athletes as inspirations for their commitment to their sport, as well as their physical appearances. 

Their blue eyes may have come naturally, as wells as their love for eating and watching TV (common hobbies I have noticed,) but none of these men were born with six packs. With that said, this series is a thank you and a round of applause to those who have put forth the effort and have worked to claim the title of an Olympian. 

Now let's hear it for the boys and meet tonight's contender! That last days are approaching fast and I am sad to say it is almost time to seal the envelope of another successful collection of beautiful boys. But let's not get teary eyed yet, because Mats Zuccarello is here for dinner and a movie night of all the Lord of the Rings films: 

Norwegian and twenty six years of age, Mats plays forward in the daring, slamming, tooth chipping, big bodied, game of ice hockey. 

His hobbies include American football (that he learned from his teammates on his New York Rangers club team,) golf, and tennis. 

He speaks Norwegian (naturally,) English, and Swedish. Three language options means you are practically dating three men. One night you are cheering on your Norwegian boyfriend at his hockey game, the next night you are going to the clubs in New York with your English (American-grinding) boyfriend, and then the next night he is serving you Swedish meatballs. (Get your head out of the gutter. I see your eyes widening and I can hear your giggling over here. Heehee.) Three's company all packaged nicely into one brawny bod. 

His nickname is The Hobbit. Now, I think most people would not admit to the nickname, but he has the confidence and a good sense of humor to not only accept it, but promote it. So what I am saying is if you have some fantasy to sleep with foreign creatures, here's one. 

During the playoff round at the Sochi event he was unable to play because of a hand injury, so tonight when he comes over, let him have the first bite of ice cream and give him an extra kiss. Lord knows he deserves it for working so hard and because well, if you have the chance to kiss him, I would take that opportunity.  

"What did that Verbaleudette writer say about my meatballs?!?"

Thank you for your support of Verbaledudette! Have a lovely night. xo

just because i can't kiss back, doesn't mean you can't kiss that.

San Francisco took a heavy all day long shower today. When it rains in the city, that essence of "Big City Life" that I dream of comes alive. Smokey steam dancing down wet busy streets. Patterns of umbrellas bumping edges on the sidewalks, mixed with the melodies of squeaking, lonely, rain boots. And poets, musicians, and finger painters, linger on their fire escapes smoking a few. The wind is howling feverishly outside and one Norwegian is ready to cuddle with you next to the fire.

Meet your friday night date, Petter Northug:

The "Smolder" 

Coming to us from Levanger, Norway, Petter just celebrated his twenty eighth birthday a month and a day ago (aka January 6th.)

The "I Want To Do Bad Things With You"

He is six foot one and is a motivated cross country skiier. His favorite part about cross country skiing is of course the tight full body spandex suits. (Oh wait.. that's my favorite part.)

The "Push Push Coast" 

The "I Just Got Out of Bed and Threw Some Pants On so I Could Do a Coffee Run For You Babe"

When he isn't training for Olympic Gold, you can find Petter on the soccer field (we love soccer boys here at Verbaledudette,) 

The "You Really Want to Watch The Notebook Instead of A Walk To Remember?"

playing on the computer, sleeping (and snuggling of course, what Norwegian doesn't like to cuddle? right sissy?) watching TV, and of course, eating a large meal.

The "Will You Be The Little Spoon To My Big Spoon?"

The "I'm Too Sexy For My Shirt"

The "Just Because I Can't Kiss Back, Doesn't Mean You Can't Kiss That."

Sexy Petter lives a double life (yes, similar to Hannah Montanna.) He came is 653rd place in the 2010 World Series of Poker. He is a fast paced athlete and a serious thinker with a slight gambling addiction. He could of been the winner, but he is humble and did not want to show off. So thoughtful. 

The "Hugs from Northug the Thug"

While you were/are watching the Opening Ceremonies tonight, did any cuties jump out at you that you think we need to bring in for further examination? Don't keep him to yourself! Share with me! 

Happy Friday! 

brief in words, but definitely not lacking in sex appeal

Good morning Verbaledudette. It is merely 11:03 a.m. and I am already doused in sweat. 100 degrees weather in Utah is like sticking your head in the oven. You can just forget about make up, because by the time you put it on it will already be dripping down your chin and onto your shirt making a nasty stain.

Today’s hottie is going to be brief in words, but definitely not lacking in sex appeal. Coming all the way from Kristiansand, Norway I introduce you to Andreas Thorkildsen. 

This blonde babe was born April 1, 1982 and is a profession javelin thrower. He is the first make javelin thrower in history to be the European, World, and Olympic champion. His personal best is 91.59 meters.

He practices kissing his gold medals so he is pro when he puckers up to you. 

Andreas was bred from winners. His father, Tomm, was a former javelin thrower and his personal coach. Mom, on the other hand, was the nation champion in 100-meter hurdlers in 1972.

"Hey baby, check out my arms! I am too cold to not wear a hat, but I can help it not to wear a shirt for your enjoyment"

While doing some research I thought that Mr. Andreas had a girlfriend. All of these pictures had a blonde girl clinging to his arm. But after praying it wasn’t true, I discovered multiple sites claiming that this golden coup had broken up. “Thorkildsen's relationship with the Norwegian hurdler Christina Vukicevic generated some unwanted publicity on his part… In March 2011 Christina Vukicevic and Thorkildsen announced in Norwegian media that they no longer were a couple.” And there you have it ladies, he is single and ready to mingle.

The smolder

"Good morning honey, I just took a shower and I made you breakfast while I was naked"

I am just about to leave on the Concrete Rodeo Tour (that skateboard thing I am apart of) in Colorado until Sunday. With that said, posts may be sporadic or maybe not existent for a few days. Do not fret though, I will make sure we catch up and not miss a hottie. Every day will be made up for in good time.

**Also, I have had some comments about where the women are. I will throw one in soon. I am sorry for the over dose of men. I just cannot help myself. ;)

(did you notice how I said this was going to be brief and then the post turned out to be longer than most? Haha.. awkward)