Oh, what to say about Geoffrey? He's such an original and there are so many things that come to mind: beauty, intelligence, his work with the indigenous peoples of Djibouti, artistry, the desperate need to own the same A&F muscle tee in every available color, kindness, his 2 years as a wide receiver for the Washington Redskins, loyalty, his passionate debates over the 'realness' of Hydrox Cookies vs. the 'fakeness' of Oreo cookies, gardening, his love of all things Anna Nicole, ambition, the painfully unfortunate water pump incident and so very much more. But if I have to narrow it down to just one thing, I think the words, "wicked hot" really sums it up best.

He's a man of refined words and superlative nature. He's also hotter than a piece of bacon on a flat stone in the Mojave. Proceed with caution: don't get burned by the sizzle.

Never mind what you read - Geoffrey is the reigning queen of hip-hop soul.

With a heart as big as Texas, it's amazing I didn't run into Geoffery sooner. But I'm pretty happy that I did.