Sometimes I think Bobby Trendy has a Gone With The Wind complex, in that I believe his dream would be to swan around the Deep South going to garden parties and fanning himself off and wearing hoop skirts, and trying to brush up against that mealy-mouthed Melanie so he could accidentally dump punch down her front and then corner Ashley in the library while she blots it off.
But frankly, my dear I don't give a damn: He needs to put the nip away, stop the tulle madness, and give up the dream -- he is no Scarlett O'Hara, and he is no Janice Dickinson.
Depsite looking eerily like you could be her younger brother.
