Gerard Butler has been clear from my thoughts for a while now. For the past few months, I’ve been fully engaged in my Michael Fassbender obsession, with minor pit stops for my David Gandy, Paul Bettany and Javier Bardem crushes. Gerard got pushed to the side, forgotten, alone, vulnerable, dong-y. And it must have been so cold and brutal for him without the shining light of my love. Because now My Scottish Lover is trying to win me back. He was at last night’s BAFTAs, and now he’s in Berlin, likely to promote Coriolanus, the film he did with Ralph Fiennes (squeal). The photos of Gerard wearing the hell out of his tux are from the BAFTAs and a BAFTAs after-party. The photos where Gerard is wearing a cap are from Berlin.

What do you think of his hair? I wish my hair had this natural curl to it. And I do think that is natural. I hope Gerard didn’t pay someone to make his hair look like that. I also love the gray – it’s sexy as hell. The neck hair is a problem, though. One that I will overlook when the neck hair is scratching my thighs.

So… is Gerard trying to win me back? I don’t know if my heart is open for it. I’ve loved and lost so many times before. Gerard will have to be gentle with me this time around. No games, player. And he hasn’t had any new interviews in a while, so I hope that at some point this week, we’ll get some great interview where he proclaims his love to me, finally getting it out in the open. And he better get a ring too. I’m tired of the status of our love being up in the air. We need to nail this thing down, preferably while Gerard is nailing me.

Oh, we don’t have these photos yet, but if you look here at Just Jared, you’ll see Gerry and Ralph standing next to each other at the photo call. Mah panties, they just exploded.

Photos courtesy of WENN.