The Hot Boy came from outer space

I used to watch Roswell. The first season kind of rocked and Shiri Appleby was kind of cute, and so was Brendan Fehr before he put on a gajillion pounds eating Krispy Kremes and turned into the Pillsbury Doughboy. We liked Katherine Heigl, who was like the hot blonde that Kristin Johnson always wanted to be. We loved the fact that Tom Hanks' son was in the show as the sidekick. Together, we hated on Tess, the blonde, alien-stealing bimbo from outer space. We dug the chemistry between the two leads. We dug the oh-so-complicated plot ("we’re all teenagers but you're an alien but oh no you're still so hot let's make out!").

But never, ever did I think that Jason Behr was hot. He was too vanilla, too endearing, much too little boy. And his ears stuck out like Dumbo's.


Can you pick out the alien?

But then, thanks to the very fabulous Trent at Pink Is The New Blog , the scales have fallen from my eyes.

Witness.


All text is courtesy of Trent


Holy god he grew up WELL. That cigarette. That bike. That hair. That muscled body and smooth skin just begging me to fling myself at him and slather baby oil all over him with my nekkid body. Rrrrraaaaawwrrr.

And we have living proof that everyone, but everyone, goes through a terrible geek phase in their unfortunate youth. Buffy fans, prepare yourselves. This will hurt.



That hair. Leaves. Me. Speechless.