Fan-Girls Don't "Calm"10:30 AM
When I was in middle school, the tail-end of 7th grade to be exact, I discovered through a friend the magnificence of X-Files. I was drawn to all of the supernatural aspects of the show, I wanted to BE agent Dana Scully, and David Duchovny was the first man who I fell in love with who was twice my age-if not more. My friend and I "shipped" Mulder and Scully, before "shipping" was the word for it, and I wanted to be best friends with The Lone Gunman.
I think at first, my parents appreciated that I watched something other than cartoons for the first time. Then I started cutting out pictures of Gillian Anderson and David Duchovny and taping them to my walls. I made a list of when X-files was on and what channel, and tapped it to the fridge. I would randomly write "I want to believe" all over any blank surface with a permanent marker. I remember the first time my dad told me to "not become obsessed with x-files" (he was a trekkie, but never wanted to admit it, because he was/is always teased about it). Um, too late. I think my parents finally gave up when I chopped my hair into a bob and dyed it red, they assumed I would just 'grow out of it'. Eventually, I calmed down a bit. My friend stopped watching it when David Duchovny all but left the show, and when I had no one to discuss the show with anymore, I became obsessed with The Backstreet boys like any other teenager.
Now as an adult, and 27 years old at that, you'd think I would be able to contain my fan-girling, HAHAHA. The internet just makes it easier to find others who obsess over the same crap that I do. What I really have to be thankful for at the moment, is my marriage. Kyle not only puts up with all this nonsense (lots of eye-rolling on his part), he fully encourages it. I am not sure if he thinks fighting me on this is just not safe, or if he wants to test how incoherent I can become over whatever fandom/actor, I will not shut-up about at the moment.
Kyle now refers (I think mostly without realizing it) to Tom Hiddleston as "Hiddles". When I came home with a printed copy of the Rory Gilmore book list, he went into the library to help me find books on the list that I had not read yet. After basically forcing him to watch Doctor Who with me this summer, he went as the Tenth Doctor for Halloween. I had a really, really, shitty week a few months ago, and he came home with a Tardis blanket. AND, after confessing my undying love for Tom Baker (don't ask), the Fourth Doctor, Kyle did refer to him as an old creeper, but then I came home to find two bags of Jelly Babies on the counter last night, Kyle had ordered them from the UK because they are not sold here.
As much as I love my TV shows, the actors, characters, and my books, I could never love any of them as much as I love Kyle. He could have easily ignored this side of me, but instead encourages it, even if he is horrified at times. That is why, Sideburns are cool.
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