I'm just saying. You know, if Ryan Gosling really needs a break and someplace to chill. He could chill in our attic. It would be a no-stress environment for him. I mean, apart from dealing with the mid-40s woman pretending she's all nonchalant, who just happens to be on the floor below him, imagining him doing pushups right before bed... on top of her.
I could be all caj...(that's short for casual, see, I'm hip)... I wouldn't fawn over him or anything, that would be so déclassé. Occasionally I'd invite him to a family dinner, "Ryan, we're having pot roast! You in?" Ask if he wants to go the library, that sort of thing. Small provincial town - if he wore a ballcap I'm sure that folks wouldn't recognize him. Just sayin.'