... about Hugh Jackman last night. I was in a bar with a group of friends (one of whom admitted to me that she had for years been the lesbian lover of the mother one of my ex-boyfriends, in the dream that is, not in Real Life. But that's neither here nor there).
Hugh was there, wearing a black leather jacket (well of course), sort of at the periphery of the group. We kept looking at each other from across the room. I couldn't take my eyes off him for more than a few minutes at a time (well of course not) and whenever I glanced back at him he was already looking at me, and smiling, and I knew that he loved me already. We went out for a stroll in the night and and nothing bad could ever happen to me while he was near, and we kissed and it was all magic until I told him I couldn't possibly run away with him and leave S.
When I woke up and told S about it he was amused but not, I feel, suitably impressed by my loyalty.
Yes, it's kind of adolescent to have celebrity crushes, but isn't there something simply irresistible about a man who can sing, dance, snarl, and kick ass all with equal aplomb and grace ?
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