I know you’re a family man, and I’m taken myself, but I can no longer keep my feelings inside. I love you. I realized this as I sat on a plane, laughing out loud at your recent Esquire cover story, not caring that the people around me were staring. I’d suspected my feelings of admiration for you, which I first felt watching you as a Daily Show correspondent, were growing stronger. My heart leapt with every “Better Know a District:”
Then you introduced your “Balls for Kids” series, and I felt giddy, like a high school girl who just talked to her big crush:
Then there was the White House Correspondents’ Dinner, and, well, let’s just say I like to watch this one alone (I mean, between the tux hotness and the nailing of W, it makes sense, right?):
So anyway, Stephen, I know we can never be, but like the eagle soars, so does my love for you.