Way up there

The other day, I watched the last episode but one of the UK tv series Being Human. As I tend to do, I’ve fallen hopelessly in love with one of the main characters, but considering the fact that he’s a vampire, this time it’s more the actor I’m attracted to. There he is, the latest in a long line of celebrity guys I fall for. I fall for them, but I can never hope to even exist in the same world as they do. Jonathan Bennett, Alexander Rybak and now Aidan Turner, are just a few of all those guys.

And then it hit me. They are all way beyond my league. Don’t get me wrong, of course these actors and singers are, and that’s not quite what I meant. I always imagine that type of guy, in real life, closer to me, and on a few occasions, I find that yes, that type of guy would be just within my reach, if I’m lucky. But not most of them. They’re way above and beyond me. It’s a discouraging thought. I don’t mean that they have different interests or even that they are clearly far more outgoing and successful than I am. There’s more to it than that. Guys like that – again, I mean good looking, charming, interesting guys, even outside of show business – would pass me by, without even taking a second look.

I don’t know where I’m going with this, but it made me a little sad. They won’t even give me a chance. The ones I do meet, are usually either not interested in me or I’m not interested in them. If there’s more to it than that, well, when we go our separate ways, I’ll bet there aren’t a long line of women waiting to snatch those guys up. So I guess we’re the B team, if there are even enough letters in the alphabet for people like us.

That’s not quite how I imagined my life would be, when I was fifteen or sixteen, but I guess that’s just how it is.