Who wants to be Jim Caviezel’s Person of Interest?

This weekend allowed me the chance to catch up with some of my favorite shows; one of these being Person of Interest, starring Jim Caviezel.

If any of you follow me on Twitter, you know by now that I’ve been prone to tweet “I’ll be Jim Caviezel’s person of interest any day,” on more than one occasion.

And friends, I am not kidding.

After all, what woman can resist the allure of a tall, dark, handsome man who effortlessly kicks ass while wearing a suit?

And then, there’s always the plot.

Caviezel’s character, John Reese, is an ex CIA hitman who works with Finch (Michael Emerson), a computer geek who built a machine for the government that detects acts of terrorism before they take place. The machine separates the information into what it deems relevant and irrelevant. However, Finch discovers that the irrelevant information alerts to violent crimes. So, he creates a back door into the system that gives him the social security number of a person who is either going to commit a crime, or soon to be a victim. Together with John Reese, he works to prevent these crimes from happening.

When CBS started promoting the show, I instantly knew I’d be a fan.

Caviezel had already captured my heart with performances in movies such as The Thin Red Line, Angel Eyes, and Deja Vu.

And who could forget his stellar performance in the Passion of Christ?

In Person of Interest, his good looks are only the icing on the cake.

His voice, while soft, is menacing as he warns the bad guys that they’re soon to be in a world of pain.

We can only watch in awe as he effortlessly disarms his opponents without so much as disturbing his perfectly gelled hair.

Ladies, I won’t lie to you.

I take one look at this man in his crisp white shirt, smart shoes, and dark suit and I swoon.

I swoon, I tell you.

Last night, the only thing that prevented me from turning into a puddle of goo was the sound of the Significant Other’s voice.

“What the hell is wrong with you? I can hear you ooohing and aaahing all the way from here.”

“Shhh! I’m watching Jim Caviezel!”

“Jim, who?”

“Shhh! Your voice is preventing me from taking in all his hotness!”

“What happened to your romance with that Javier dude?”

“Javier, who?”

“And they say men are fickle. Will you be informing Javier that your heart belongs to another?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll send him a post-it.”

“Like the one you sent Antonio Banderas and me?”

“Yep. Just like that one.”

“Then I guess it’s a good thing he has Penelope Cruz to help him pick up the pieces.”

Just then, I grab the post-it pad and scribble, “Sorry, Javier. There’s a new man in my life and his name is Jim.”

( I try to ignore how much I wish Jim’s name were something a little more exotic like Julian, Marcos, or Salvatore).

I sign my note, “Thanks for the memories, Bella.”

Something tells me Javier is going to be crushed that he’s no longer my person of interest.

Ladies, who’s your person of interest?

Do tell!