Oh. My. No. My future wife, Brittany Snow showed up for the premiere of CHARLIE ST. CLOUD in these ugly ass shoes. I can't even begin to get into how she's lucky that I can rarely get past those mesmerizing blue eyes of hers to notice much else (unless she's in lingerie, the main reason why I keep subjecting myself to JOHN TUCKER MUST DIE, that and Sophia Bush in her undies). Because if I had to break out the little gay boy living inside of me, he'd be screaming, "OH HELL NO!"