Well, as soon as I saw it, my ovaries twitched:
Then Tracey and I spent no less than four hours talking about it. This is our conversation – unedited and raw.
Cara: OmG have you seen the new old spice ad? where he ends up in a hot tub??? [Note: this is what I love about my conversations with Tracey. No preamble. No "hey, what's up." Just right to the important stuff.]
Tracey: I heart him. Please marry him. Hunt him down, stalk him. If he’s gay, hold a gun to his head and make him marry you. I don’t care what it takes. I NEED to say that one of my friends is married to that guy, okay??? That’s my purpose in life. That you marry the Old Spice guy.
Please write a sexy novella involving me and Mr. Old Spice. Thank you.
Tracey (again, before I could respond): Okay. That’s a brilliant idea, actually. Women LOVE that commercial. He needs to be in your next story.
I HAVE to stop being so brilliant. But I CAN’T!!!!!
Cara: I LOVE IT! I seriously need to hunt him down, OMG, FOR AN INTERVIEW ON MY BLOG!!!!! Help me hunt him down! We must find his name, his agent, and get that hunky old spice wearing hottie to talk to me!!
Tracey: //OMG, FOR AN INTERVIEW ON MY BLOG!!!!!//
Ohhhhhhhh, yes. Then I can die fulfilled.
Tracey: Isaiah Mustafa? Isn’t Mustafa a character from The Lion King??
Track him down!!!!
So I did. On Twitter. I’m just watching and waiting for my moment.
UPDATE: The very newest, like 10 minutes old apparently: