By Heather O.
Because I just don’t get it. He was odd and creepy. Sorry, when a grown man says that having a 12 year old boy share his bed, a 12 year old who is NOT his son, is “charming”, that’s CREEPY, people.
As many of you know, I am deeply invested in watching every single episode of GG ever made. It started out as a simple deal with The Wiz–she’s watching Buffy while I go through GG–and now it is something of a quest. This quest has been made all the easier by a friend who owns every season and loaned them to me while she’s in Utah for the summer with her kids. Ka-chow!
My other quest this summer is to develop Evangeline Lilly arms , and so I’m on the hundred pushups plan. And I found that I can do my pushups while watching Gilmore Girls, because half the fun is just listening to the dialogue anyway. My husband has been so impressed with my results, by the way, that he has started doing the hundred pushup plan too. He does them with me while we watch GG.
(i have to say that I’m not sure where his change of heart came from, really. Previously, he had maintained that he can’t work out while watching GG, because it’s such a girlie show. Pumping iron can only be done during manly man shows, like 24. Apparently, nothing makes you want to be a manly man like watching Jack Bauer kill people.)
Anyway, we were watching and doing our push-ups, and Lorelai Gilmore was teaching Luke about the rules of watching Casablanca. We were laughing, and DH says to me, “Have you ever seen Casablanca?”
Well, it just so happens that I have seen Casablanca. In fact, there is a really awesome story associated with Casablanca that involves a really cute boy and an awesome first kiss that began one of the most intense romantic relationships of my college career. DH knows about this boy, of course, but in consideration for my beloved eternal companion, I’ve left out some of the details.
DH could tell I was being coy, and he said, “Oh great. There’s some story associated with this movie, isn’t there?”
“Yes, there is,” I said. And then I told him who it was I watched it with.
“Oh GREAT! Now you’ve completely RUINED this movie for me.”
“Are you saying that you never watched it with a girl?”
Now it was his turn to be coy. I weasled it out of him that he had, indeed, also tried to use Casablanca to woo a certain young woman, a woman I had never even heard the name of. Omitting details, indeed.
So let this blog post be a lesson to all. Michael Jackson is a weird guy who lived a faintly tragic life, doing push ups while watching Gilmore Girls can give you great tone in your triceps, and if you are trying to woo the object of your affection, there is no better movie than Casablanca. Go Bogart all the way.
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