Bex and Ben/Boston Boys

Good Will Hunting pretty much ruined me for all men that aren't sarcastic, closed-off, and from Southie. My love affair with Ben Affleck began immediately upon viewing that classic Boston movie and has spanned track suits, messed up teeth, Bennifer and countless "bad" films. (I still maintain that Pearl Harbor was a fabulous epic saga.) To all the haters out there, Ben totally redeemed himself to me (and the rest of the world) by directing "Gone Baby Gone." And by marrying Jennifer Garner, a beautiful and classy lady who I would also wed if I were so inclined. End swoon.

Unfortunately, as My Ben is a celebrity who also happens to be committed for life to the body that launched Sydney Bristow, I am on the constant prowl for a comparable Boston hero. Enter Irish, a new acquaintance who not only sports adorable tweed hats, but is also so freaking cute and (most importantly) hysterically sarcastic. Case in point: I went to a pole dancing class (I know, I know...) as part of the bachelorette festivities for my college roommate, McDime. This hilarity ensued when I told Irish of my few hours as a stripper:

Irish: where did you find a place to strip?
Bex: i stripped in nyc. way more skanky than boston. i'll have to show you some of my moves [the next time i see you.]
Irish: please!!!! that's my job. i got moves. they call me white chocolate that doesn't melt in your mouth.

Oh my god. Am I delusional that I think this kind of humor is the biggest turn on in the world (aside from My Ben's white man 'fro, of course)? Can cute Irish boys from Boston really turn out to be both funny and nice, or are all of them emotionally restricted morons who make up thirteen siblings and only realize they are in love with you too late? (see also: Will & Skylar) Only time will tell... I want the answer to be yes as much as Morgan wants his double burger.