Some of you may recall in my previous discussion post Librarians: The Naughty Old Grouch I mentioned that I am engaged to a fictional guy. I also promised that I would explain that strange claim with a totally and completely sane explanation. This post is that explanation.
Warning: I know you're all used to funny pictures, but every discussion post can't be funny. Honestly, I'm really not a very funny person and some discussions need to be serious.
And fictional guys? Totally serious.
(FYI, these pictures get bigger if you click on them. Just saying...)
There's something about fictional guys that makes them ah-mazing.
Is it that they're often penned by women and are closer to (someone's) dreams than reality?
Is it that special *something* that makes a guy with a sword super sexy?
That dangerous gleam in their eyes?
The thrill that he just might turn to the dark side?
Or even that little bit of "sarcastic ass" that fictional guys can get away with?
Regardless of which fictional guy you're personally lusting after, I think we're all on the same page that the answer the the question of
"Would you like a fictional guy to come to life?"
is a resounding
|You boys walking into Mordor? Sure, I'll come along. :)|
But what does this have to do with me? Am I dating any of those hotties? No, no I am not. My story requires us to go back in time. Back to 1992, to be specific. In 1992 I was two feet shorter than I am now and attending elementary school. My life was pretty sweet, but the sweetest part was when that heavenly Scholastic book fair would come to school. The chamber of tortures (read: the gym) was transformed into a sanctuary of wonderment and joy.
Picture it: tables and tables covered in books and I could have whatever I wanted! Tell me that's not heaven on Earth. So I was browsing around when suddenly I came upon this little book:
My eight-year-old heart went Ooh-la-la and I picked up the book. Basically the book is like a slightly different version of Bridge to Terabithia, but I wasn't at all concerned about that (it is a good book though. Really). All I cared about what Blaze, that guy on the cover. I had a cute little kid crush on him. Thinking back, he was actually one of my first book-boy crushes. Later on I got a little older and discovered the bad boy. Blaze was a fond memory and I still kept my copy, but life went on.
Flash forward ten years to when I first began dating my wonderful fiance. We had been together a few months and everything was roses and puppy dogs. By this point he had become well-acquainted with my book obsession and figured he'd show me something kind of cool. So what does he do?
He whips out a copy of Words of Stone, points to MY Blaze on the cover and says:
|He's older now. And blond.|
He told me all about how he used to be a cover model when he was a kid and how that's him on the cover and he's also on a cover of a Babysitter's Club book but he doesn't know which one.....etc, etc. Except, at this point I'm speechless and looking like I'm about to faint dead away. Not because I'm blow away by the fact that he's been on books, and not just any books, but books that I loved (The BSC? I lived and breathed for them). Oh no, I would have been squealing over that for sure, but this was a whole 'nother thing!
This was Blaze! MY Blaze! I had a little 8-year-old-girl crush on my fiance before I even knew he existed!
Kinda cool, right?
Well, that's my story. See, totally sane.
What about all of you? Have you ever had something book-related come true? Meet an author? Know a cover model? Etc.. Which fictional guy would you want to come to life to be your real life boyfriend? Or, you know, your sexy one night stand (because some of them are hot but a little *much* if they were actually real. Like, you know, Damon's whole centuries of killing people thing...)Tweet