Dearest Fran,
I remember watching random episodes of The Tudors in 2007, but never really found the time to continue following the series, for I had already commenced studying a master degree in History. His name did not at all register even though I’d seen Tristan & Isolde and Stardust. I was only made aware of his existence when my fellow geek cousins in Manila began chattering about the new Superman. Consequently I re-visited the TV programme in its 4th season, which was conveniently on air, and inevitably I began to take an interest in him.
Having since professed a fondness for the man, I have predictably been accused of merely fancying a pretty face, for he is indeed easy on the eye as you say, as is a standard feature of many actors. A girlfriend bluntly charged that I (only) lusted after his physique, but in truth I didn’t appreciate the salacious scenes on screen (much), because his performance in them was that of an arrogant playboy. My appreciation of his looks is therefore dismissed as typical, and I join countless female admirers in aspiring to meet him.
Of course, I know that the various fictional roles he has assumed does not equate to him being these very people in reality. He represents a fantasy, a dream, and it was within this context that I universally declared that I wanted him.
Then quite unexpectedly all the way from down under, you commented on my frolicsome statement, which incited me to envisage the possibility, given that the degrees formula of the human web was halved. And so it is, that at the age of one and thirty, I (the eternal dorkish tomboy) finally and officially have, my first pin-up crush.
And so I thought with conviction, well why not.
But he’s a famous actor whose career will soon skyrocket.
Well that's great for him. My family keeps affirming that I am a star in the making, as I aim to be a notable storyteller someday.
But you’ve not met him in real life.
Not yet you mean. Life is stranger than fiction. The chances are subject to probability, not impossibility.
But he’s the Duke of Suffolk. Theseus. Superman!
He is also just a man, with the same humanistic attributes as I do, subject to the whims of the gods yet wielding our destinies, experiencing life’s common themes, pursuing happiness, love, success, or simply trying to get hired for the job that is befitting our talent and passion.
At the age of four, I made the brave leap to become Wonder Woman. Like my brother 1of4, I always preferred to be a member of the Green Lantern Corps, possessors of power rings & lanterns that gives its users great control over the physical world as long as the wielder has sufficient willpower and strength to wield it.
I may have the body of a weak and feeble woman, but I have the heart and stomach of a king. I am Queen Elizabeth. I rule.
But you only superficially ‘know’ him from TV and the world wide web.
I’ve been singing ‘it’s a small world after all’ from childhood. Should he, or indeed anyone, come across my online profile, all there is to initially discover about me are published words and images.
It is the 21st century, where everyone has the same claim within the social space, and modern communications have created a hyperreality.
I have met people and made real connections from emails, blogs, Flickr, Twitter, and Facebook. People register themselves with online dating agencies. Do we not still talk about love at first sight? Or how he or she spotted the other across the bar or dance floor? Every fairytale has its bespoke beginning. There are many points of introduction and different channels of representation.
Aren't you worried you’re being a bit of a stalker with this infatuation?
I am not some average crazed fan. I am allowed to stretch my imagination, which inspires creative energy. Such as interacting with Cravendale's creation of the make-believe BertrumThumbcat. How Superman endorses milk. How we could entice Superman with the ‘cat stuck in tree’ ruse. How Superman is the cat’s pyjamas.
What about Batman?
Aka Earl of Essex. His nightshifts proved tricky, but he is truly the coolest guy I know to date. He's still awesome.
What about The Sandwich King?
Also considered as an Earl of Leicester, alas he didn’t think he could live up to the part. My mother always refers to a story about how she was my father’s heroine, but my father (supposedly) felt that he wasn’t a hero for her. TSK told me that he empathized with this equation.
Well, here I am, not quite a journalist, but a little brunette reporter nonetheless, wondering what having a face-to-face conversation with Superman might be like.
I seek a life that is super. I want a man that has strength of character. I believe I can fly. I'll strive for the moon on a stick. World domination. This is my personal ad.
Anything else?
James Mylet, a friend from work, has recently published a book. He is with the same talent agency as Henry Cavill. I'm going to the launch party of 'LEX' at the end of the month. Also considering sending Superman a dEUS CD.
Oh, I still think Smallville was lame. Even if I watched it religiously, that series regularly made me angry.
Also, many of my friends still don't have a clue who I'm talking about when I mention my new crush. It's kind of reassuring for now, but soon they will know.
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EDIT: See futher explanatory post 'Jesus Christ, You're Crazy'.
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