Mar 03, 2004 15:44
I realized today just how immature I am, because in my previous post, I refrained from calling S "my husband", but each of y'all who replied called him that, and every time I read it, it made me blush and giggle.
I can't use those words. I just can't. Likewise, I couldn't say 'fiancé'. It made me feel silly, like, 'betrothed' or something. "Lo, my lord Seth and I have been betrothed these many months." Hell, I could barely say 'boyfriend' without stammering! I am seriously deficient in the maturity category.
I swear, I still don't feel grown-up enough to be married. I can't even say "my husband", for God's sake.
Maybe I'll get used to saying "my husband" without self-consciousness one day...eventually. By our 10th anniversary. (Surely?) Here's hopin'!
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Someone at work was informally polling personal opinion on the Most Beautiful Woman in Hollywood. I voted Catherine Zeta-Jones, for just plain undeniable gorg-e-osity; she knocks my socks off every time I see her. I also pick Cate Blanchett, but I know she's not everyone's cup of tea; ditto Emma Thompson, who I think is also lovely. But CZJ is, I think, undeniably beautiful. Unless someone disagrees, in which case she's...it's deniable. Hee.
No one knew who Allison Janney was. Philistines!
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S will never admit he finds a celebrity attractive. He'll say things like, "Yeah, she's all right," but he won't ever admit, "Yeah, I think Carmen Electra is hot" (right, pookha? *g*) or whatever, even if I'm like, "Isn't Liv Tyler pretty? Come on, you know you love Jennifer Garner."
Maybe he thinks it's a trap? I'll be like some sitcom wife? "Oh, so you do think she's beautiful. You think she's prettier than me, is that what you're trying to say? You want me to have bigger boobs and longer legs like she does? Is that it? Huh? IS THAT IT?Well then, why don't you just go MARRY JENNIFER GARNER?" ::SOB!::
I'm not saying I'd like him to drool all over every curvaceous woman onscreen, but it makes me feel guilty, because I do not hide my appreciation for, say, Christian Bale or Alan Rickman when the opportunity arises. There's no salivating, but I cannot help letting a low, appreciative murmur of "Mmm...Christian Bale" escape me at times.
I'm a terrible person.
Wife.
Gah! I can't use that word either.
I'm pathetic.
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Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those that sang best. --Henry van Dyke
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