The Lust List

Caitlin Rose

If you’re ever lucky enough to score a date with Caitlin Rose, be sure to bring some Dylan, or maybe some Gram Parsons—in other words, stay away from anything recorded after the 20-year-old songstress was born. Boasting a vintage croon that would feel right at home alongside Loretta and Patsy, Rose writes songs with a coy, soulful sensibility—and happens to be pretty darn cute. “I’ve been playing music since I was 16,” says Rose, who used to perform under the moniker Save Macaulay the Band. “I think I just started writing songs about boys—I was kinda boy crazy.” Rose was born in Texas and moved to Nashville when she was 6 or 7. “I love Nashville,” she says. “I wouldn’t live anywhere else, except maybe Austin, Texas.” If you’re looking to make beautiful music with Rose, you should try to nab her now. The next couple months will bring the release of an EP and an LP, which means this sublimely talented young lady is going to be beating them off with a stick. But pretty boys aren’t her type. “I don’t really date attractive boys,” says Rose. “I just date funny ones. I like funny people because they’re easier to get along with—plus, pretty people often aren’t so funny.”

Isaac Kimes

Nashville transplant Isaac Kimes is attractive, altruistic and unattached—at least as of the Scene’s press time. And while the Seattle-born Kimes never thought he’d live in the South, only eight months after moving to Nashville he’s happy with his new digs and his new job as field organizer for the Tennessee Coalition to Abolish State Killing. Growing up, Kimes, 23, planned to become a doctor, but despite the allure of big bucks, eventually decided medical school wasn’t his calling (a conclusion he admittedly came to after too much partying his freshman year of college). Unsure what to do next, this good-looking do-gooder took a few social justice classes and was inspired: “I began to feel compelled to do something about everything that was going on around the world.” After graduating from Arizona State University in 2007, Kimes applied for a job with TCASK on a whim, and after a brief visit to Nashville, he was sold. And lucky for us. Despite a love of traveling—he’s already visited his mother’s birthplace of Korea five times—these days Kimes’ travels consist mainly of preaching against pro-death “justice” across Tennessee in a teal blue, early-’90s sedan dubbed the “TCASK-mobile,” a rather dorky appellation that he somehow manages to pull off. When he’s not organizing anti-death-penalty rallies or mobilizing volunteers, Kimes plays flag football and soccer, seeks out live music, especially bluegrass, and socializes at the watering holes near his East Nashville home. Eventually Kimes plans to attend law school, but don’t worry, ladies, this cute and clever catch hopes to remain in Tennessee for a while.

Lisa Patton

Curvy, cute as hell and undaunted by hail—that’s Lisa Patton, a steadily moving bright-red front on Middle Tennessee’s erogenous Doppler radar. We’ve always suspected other people shared our obsession with WKRN-Channel 2’s unflappable longtime weathercaster, but we didn’t know how much until we posted an ode to her tropical heat last year on a Scene blog. The heavens opened. “I’ve thought Lisa was the hottest woman on televised news since as far back as I can remember,” wrote one commenter. Gushed another: “That first shot they show of Lisa Patton in the weather newscast, when she’s still sitting at the desk. With her sparkly green eyes. No matter what the thermometer says, it’s hot in [my] household.” It helps that Patton, a Mt. Juliet native who lives on the same street she grew up on, gives off a reassuring mix of professional cool and downhome warmth. Drawling, voluptuous and clearly assured—somehow she finds time to home-school her three kids—she’s the opposite of the stereotypical tornado twinkie hoping to parlay some jerkwater weather gig into a guest-host slot on Access Hollywood. What makes her prime Lust List material is the one-of-us quality she exudes on camera—the sexiness of someone who’s comfortable with exactly who she is, even when she’s warning the citizens of Berry Hill they have 10.5 seconds to hit the basement. Her response when we called her—a startled laugh, then, “Why are you calling me?”—just clinched it. There is no woman hotter than one who doesn’t know her own hotness. Alas, she’s been happily married since 1990 to her stay-home husband, Eric. Bet he knows the meaning of tornadic activity.