Some nights we like to get movie theater popcorn while watching movies at home. Yes, we’re crazy like that… This insued after I got the popcorn…
Saturday mornings we go to breakfast, but no one else moves quite as quickly as we prefer…
This one may be a little confusing as you’ll see I had to delete part of the message because of information that just doesn’t need to be shared EVER again…
This one because I confused the song played in Shrek Ever After, Live and Let Die, for November Rain when discussing who sang it originally. (FYI – I know Guns and Roses sang November Rain originally and The Beatles Live and Let Die).
The second part is just #everydaywhovianproblems, because yeah, that happens!
Not sure if you knew this about me or not, but figured I’d share because blogs are all about sharing strange idiosyncrasies right? And where in the hell is the spell check on this thing? (later – found it)
Anyway, yes. I started out dating Channing Tatum. If you’re my friend on Facebook you may have seen my pic with him a few times. Pretty awesome.
Then I saw The Avengers and sh*t hit the fan so to speak. Thor. Need I say more? I created a new pin board on Pinterest titled “My NEW Boyfriend”, because well, Channing just wasn’t cooperating what with all the roles he was working on and the small matter of a wife.. and new child. Yeah, that kind of put a damper on things. So I said goodbye Channing, hello Chris. (Hemsworth in case you were wondering.)
Speaking of, apparently Chris, aka Thor, has a wife and child as well. Didn’t get the memo we were dating I guess. His loss.
BUT. I’ve found the perfect match. The others were all young and married with kids and all that other baggage and stuff. But now I’ve discovered this weirdly odd man who is adorable (he grows on you), has a GREAT voice, AND BONUS is BRITISH! He plays a high functioning sociopath on a completely awesome show that has some seriously wicked British humor, I love British humor, and its written by some people who write a show about my hero and role model (time travel). It’s fate because he’s my age and isn’t married. Ha! And I never have to actually meet him. He’s like George Glass on The Brady Bunch. (Google it.) I can totally rationalize it in my head because it’s plausible, but it most likely won’t ever come to anything, so I don’t have to commit! Yay!
Now lets examine why I would rather imaginary date this famous guy with a seriously weird last name instead of finding a nice run-of-the-mill guy closer to home and a little more realistic. Basically put, I have high expectations. For myself. And for the person I might possible date. Honestly, it’s not gonna happen, and if we’re honest I’m rocking this whole single thing pretty well, so why mess up a good thing when I can just pretend to be dating a guy who, in my mind, meets all of the expectations I have, or can just look good standing there while I peruse at my own leisure? It seems win-win to me, although I’m not sure who’s on the other end of the win situation. It’s really just me.
Moral of the story: I’m still not gonna date anyone or ever get married again. Don’t push the issue. I’m perfectly happy in my unrealistic dream world, and no you can’t join.
My best friend and I now refer to each other as hetero-life mates because, well, basically we are. There’s just no other way to describe one picking up the kids and taking them to get their hair cut, while the other stops to get dinner for everyone on the way home. Or one picking up the youngest at daycare and then going to your house to so the dishes, after which the other picks you all up and takes you out to dinner.
No apologies. It is what it is. And frankly it works, so no judgement needed.
This being said, my truly awesome life mate sent me the following texts as this stupid day of professing love went on.
And it was TRULY awesome.
Note: Many of you know I have multiple “boyfriends” (aka Thor, Ryan Goseling, Benedict Cumberbatch…) Fangirling may ensue…