Gah! Which do you choose?!

The Glitch: Sex and the City 2 and The Prince of Persia are opening the same weekend.  To which summer blockbuster will you be giving your hard-earned (or Bank of Dad borrowed) ten bucks?  Luckily, we here at CollegeCandy want to help you make the decision by breaking down all the delicious details of Carrie’s Dior-clad life and Jakey’s…well, just his deliciousness.

1.  For Mrs. Preston (though I like to think she’s keeping the Bradshaw), it’s been two years since we left her last, and that means she’s had two years to fill that beyond-amazing closet.  Do you opt to drool all over the Hermes scarves, Chanel bags, and runway couture?  Or do you…

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(We’re back with another weekly installment of G.W.W.E. [Guys We Wanna Eff]. This week’s most effable is none other than Jake Gyllenhaal. Sure, he’s all over the tabloids with his serious G.F., Reese Witherspoon, but girlfriends have never stopped us before. Er…I mean…a girl can dream, can’t she?]

Those eyes. That hair. That smile. Those acting skills. It’s a killer combination that leads to one thing: effability. Jake Gyllenhaal has been on our radar since he made his debut in City Slickers. Yeah, we were like 9, but we saw some major potential. And our love has not wavered.

Not even when he did Bubble Boy. Or when he switched teams. Come on; a gay love story? That sensitivity (not to mention, unbelievable acting) only makes us wanna throw him in a tent and eff him more.

We love that he’s a family man, that he’s totally down to earth and that he’s so good to his GF’s kids (but not the fact that he actually has one). We almost died when we heard Jakey was involved in a house fire, but grew even more attached when we heard he helped the homeowner salvage his belongings. And even though he’s been looking a little…shaggy…well, that doesn’t stop our loins from burning. At all.

I mean, look at that body. Has he been working out?!

My god, we’re getting weak in the knees right now. Sorry, Reese – we love you long time, but we’re coming to eff your man.