January 6, 2001

After a late-night treat of The Lost Boys on the USA Network, I think I've got a new Obsessive Neo-Adolescent Movie Star Crush: Jason Patric. I flirted with switching to him during the height of my Gabriel Byrne phase after renting After Dark, My Sweet, but I wasn't ready. However, it's now clear that Gabriel isn't going to have anything to do with me. So Jason Patric it is.

Not that he's second fiddle, but there's always that vague embarrassment of reviving a movie star crush from your formative years. Come to think of it, the Gabriel Bryne crush was a revival from about the same period, but it somehow seemed more reasonable, safer. Maybe because Mr. Patric's only 4 years my senior & Mr. Byrne has 20 years on me. That may have helped my pretend affair with Gabriel Byrne, but the age difference is ultimately what ruined it for me and Lance Henriksen. He was almost my next obsessive crush. (Sidenote: I had a dream about him last night in which my concerns were unfounded--we got on delightfully & he was in perfect physical shape. Probably a result of last night's conversation with Miss Attaway re: Yun-Fat Chow.)

After my conversion, I went to put all the Jason Patric movies in my NetFlix queue (Step 1 of New Obsessive Movie Star Crush) only to find that they were already there! Apparently my subconscious anticipated a late-night change of heart weeks ago and beat me to the punch.

I'm pretty sure movie star crushes are healthier than WB crushes, yes? Most of those boys are younger than me, which makes me feel like a creepy stalker. Actually, both David Boreanaz and James Marsters are my age, so I could technically avoid stalkerdom with them. But David Boreanaz seems so nice. It makes me feel guilty. And I don't know enough about Spike to really pine for him. Although I wouldn't object if either of them wanted to vacation as my naked houseboy. Sigh.

I had a David Duchovny/X-Files dream a few weeks ago in which I identified Mulder's black t-shirt clad torso as actually belonging to Spike in a recent Buffy episode. We were flirting and I gave him a little shove and hit this wall of muscle. I think I was blushing and panting as much in the dream as I would in real life.

That dream was far more straightforward than the one last week where I was shaving my legs on a trampoline with Jon Stewart.

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