Remember yesterday, when I told you about how I met Ottawa Senators forward Chris Neil this past weekend?
Oh, here, let me show you the picture again to remind you.
Yeah. I kind of can’t get enough of that picture. It’s actually my new desktop on my computer at work, and I find myself minimizing windows during the day just to gaze at it… to re-live the moment…
My Chris Neil meeting has reminded me of something my friend Sara once told me. Something that I laugh about to this day, but deep down, it still makes me feel slightly uneasy. Slightly worried for myself.
It was after we had gone to see Superman Returns in theatres – back in ‘06. I left the theatre drooling over Brandon Routh, who played good ol’ Clark Kent in the flick.
So we left the theatre and I was doing my usual schoolgirl babbling. You know, the kind of babbling that a 20-something probably shouldn’t do, but I do it anyways. “Oh my gosh, he’s so hot. I love that guy who played Superman. Did you SEE his muscles? He’s my new favourite.” Something along those lines.
Which led Sara to finally confess to me that she was worried about me ever finding a man in real life.
“Jill, you’re in love with Superman now. How are all of the normal guys ever going to compare?!”
And therein lies one of my biggest problems with finding a man.
I have Hollywood/Superstar crushes. Movie stars, TV stars, rock stars, hockey stars. Vampires. Werewolves. And…well…yeah. Superman, too.
These are just a few of my favourite things…!!!
You get the picture. Guys with crazy-good-looks, big muscles, star qualities, sexy smiles, great hair, beautiful eyes, amazing voices, athletic abilities, and sometimes, yes…even superhero powers.
All of the normal boys? They kind of just pale in comparison.
I’ve only known a few guys in real life who came close to meeting these high standards. And we all know that guys like that are kiiiiinda outta my league.
So what’s a girl like me supposed to do? I don’t have star qualities. I’m a lumpy, over-weight, crazyperson (clearly), now in my late-twenties (ack!), with nothing remarkable about me.
And yet, I have a penchant for the “unattainable”.
You see, most women are able to separate the real from the fictional. They know that Edward is the sexiest vampire alive (followed closely by Stefan and Damon, natch), but they still love their average ol’ husbands, no problem.
(My apologies for calling your hubbies average, ladies. You know what I mean.)
I, on the other hand, will look at a guy, and wrinkle up my nose. “Well…I don’t know if his back would be nearly as muscular as Chris Neil’s, so no can do…”
Really and truly. I have serious issues here.
My friends tell me all the time that when I find “The One”, that I’ll forget about all of this silly hooey. That even though he might not quite match up to the great expectations I have, he will be mine, and I will love him, even if his back isn’t as muscular as Chris Neil’s.
But for now, I’m still living in this fantasy world, where my future husband can play guitar, be an NHL-star, have lots of money, the perfect body, and the best smile in the world.
Hey…it could happen.