Damn it, Colin Firth, would you quit being so dashing?

I’m building a costume for Evido, one of the characters in the play we’re putting up next month. He’s an old-school vampire – the rest of the family wears jeans and T-shirts, but Evido is still all caped up. I’m using a cape design that a friend of mine created and adding waistcoat, cravat, and so on. It's going to be pretty awesome, I hope. I'm trying to figure out a way to incorporate some blue in the cravat to bring out the actor's eyes. I’ll put up some pictures when it’s finished!

It turns out that the period that best matches my sketches is Regency – high collars, fall-front trousers, fancy cravats – so I’ve been doing some Google Image searches. No matter what I type in (especially when I was searching for Victorian cravats), there will be at least one picture returned of Colin Firth looking dreamy. Each time, some part of me that craves romance and love and all that gooey stuff reawakens, and I want some clever, handsome man to ride in on a horse and sweep me off my feet (but not before some verbal sparring in which we make much of our mutual wit and intelligence). Rrrrrgh. Some dreamboat will be my downfall.