I Date Celebraties… in my head.
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.)
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.