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10 reason why Patrick Dempsey will always be my Mc Dreamy


If you are a Grey's Anatomy fan then you know what I mean when I say that it is hard to be a fan of a show who takes you on an emotional roller coaster ride. For the past 10 years the show has made the fans go through a lot of different emotions and we have taken it in with tears, smiles, anger, but this time they just crossed the line. They KILLED MC DREAMY, Patrick Dempsey character Dr. Derek Shepherd is killed in a heart beat, he is gone. This is just uncalled for after 10 years of crushing on Mc Dreamy this is what we get.

 We all love him and there are million reasons to, here are my 10 reason why Patrick Dempsey will always be my Mc Dreamy. 

1. His smile makes everything better : When he smile it's magical, almost hypnotising. 


2. He has the most perfect hair on planet earth : You look at him and all you want to do is run your hand through his hair, yes that is him our Mc Dreamy.



3. He knows all the right things to say to a girl : Now that is something a lot of guys need to learn.

4. When he says it's a beautiful day to save lives. Let's have some fun: With a face like that I know for sure he can save a lot of lives. 





5. He is great with kids: We all simply adore this kind, he is a perfect combination. 



6. Dreamy+ brains  = Patrick Dempsey (need I say much) 



7. He is the best friend any can have: how do I know this? I just do. 



8. Ever wonder why girls have such high standards when it comes to boys the reason is him





9. He is human: He is not someones imagination he actually does exist 






10. The thought of not getting to see him on the show brings tears to my eyes that is how much he makes me love him 




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  1. agree... he's super cool :p
    Cheers, Archana - www.drishi.co

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    1. He is :) I ca't believe they killed him :(

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