Meme stolen from Kate Anderson cause I'm a klepto
the one who seduced you and fucked you over and broke your heart in a million pieces and laughed about it: Roswell. It was all good til Tess showed up and from then on things kept getting worse. RIP Alex Whitman.
the old flame you don't see very often any more but whom you still really enjoy getting together with for a few drinks and maybe a pleasant nostalgic romp in the sheets: The X-Files. Mulder and Scully were the obsession to end all obsessions. How I miss thee.
the mysterious dark gothy one whom you used to sit up with talking until 3 a.m. at weird coffeehouses and with whom you were quite smitten until you realized he really was fucking crazy: Sliders. By the time it ended, it was so screwy I couldn't stand it.
the one you spent a whole weekend in bed with and who drank up all your liquor, and whom you'd still really like to fuck again although you're relieved he doesn't actually live in town: Angel. Enough said.
the steady: Third Watch. Going on...over two years. Good Lord. This is my longest fandom affair yet!
the alluring strangers whom you've flirted with at parties but have never gotten really serious with: Smallville. I've had notions to work on Chloe/Clark stuff, but nothing's ever come of it. Also Tru Calling. But I haven't given up on that one yet. And Alias. Not given up on that one either.
the one you hang out with and have vague fantasies about maybe having a thing with but ultimately you're just good buddies 'cause the friendship is there but the chemistry ain't: Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Loved it, just can't write it well enough.
the one your friends keep introducing you to and who seems like a hell of a cool guy except it's never really gone anywhere: Joan of Arcadia.
the one who's slept with all your friends, and you keep looking at him and thinking, "him? how the hell did he land all these cool babes?" Without a Trace and CSI. Just can't get into either.
the one your friend has fallen for like a ton of bricks and whom she keeps babbling to you about on the phone for hours, and you'd be happy for her except you just know it's going to end badly: American Idol. I like it, not as much as Shellie, but...it's just gonna be sad this season. I can feel it.