I love Chris Evans, but I hate him.
Now before you start swearing at me – understand that it’s not as bad as it sounds. I hate him because I was doing fine in quarantine, being all accepting of being by myself and watching Bravo on repeat.
I was accepting that I was not going to see any hot men, that the only love I was gonna get was from calling an ex and falling back into traps.
I ACCEPTED THERE WAS NO GOOD TO COME OUT OF 2020.
Then this asshole went balls to the wall and gave us the gift that will make you wanna sleep with your man, bust out the vibrator, or take a cold shower. You make your choice. Your hormones that retired and shriveled up back into your body, woke the fuck up.
Fuck, they came out of hibernation.
This man posted himself in the cable knit sweater. And as if that wasn’t a big enough thirst trap – he’s cuddling a cute dog.
Fuck you and the audacity of what you did Chris Evans.
Chris Evans knew exactly what he was doing when he put that sweater on pic.twitter.com/SFKRABRmX8— Christine (@_ChrissyM870) November 15, 2020
This mofo knew what he was doing. He knew exactly what he was doing. Like don’t even play with me.
And he showed us all exactly what we deserve. We deserve a man that looks that hot in a cable knit sweater.
We DESERVE it.