DECEMBER 20, XXXX

Goldblum, especially in the '80s, had that rare quality: he made awkwardness erotic. The silences. The nervous hands. The slight stammer. It’s not insecurity—it’s depth. A man who’s been thinking too long, feeling too much, and wandered onto a film set with perfect lighting.

He’s not trying to impress you—he’s trying to understand why he wants to impress you. And that’s far more dangerous.