Hopes and Dreams

I think I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since I fell in love with that fedora-clad, whip-wielding archaeologist from the big screen. His masculinity just oozed as he punched those Russians or Nazis who were trying to use historical artifacts for unsavory means. He showed he was more than just brawn with his quaint bow tie and his witty banter and eclectic knowledge of ancient history. His sheer knowledge of dead languages was enough to make any girl swoon.