Friday, February 8

Friday Confessions

Ready? Time for me to make a confession and let you think less of me get to know me a little better. Remember, these are super-secret, so we can't ever tell John. I mean, the ice skating was bad enough.

But there's something I've got to get off my chest.

It's something that I've struggled with for a while.

I know my friend Lyndsey has similar struggles, and it's nice to be able to talk about your problems with a good friend, one who understands what you're dealing with.

From what I've heard, it's actually something that many women (and a few men??) struggle with.

Are you ready?

Hello, Lover!!

Yes, ladies, I confess. I am completely and utterly obsessed with with the mortal god that is Clive Owen.

Oh, my. Although, I must now say that I hate Jennifer Aniston. Life isn't fair. I mean, God has given her that hair. And body. And success. Can't she be content with that? Must she go around, taking pictures with my obsession crush? It's not right, I tell you.

Oh, look! He's brooding. And slightly tousled. I'm loving the trench and black tie and angry look. Mmmmm ...

Aww, but what have we here? Light colored suit, a mischievous little smirk, great hair, a few wrinkles in the jacket (he obviously is enough of a real person to not obsess about his appearance the way I do the way other celebrities do). It's possible that I may have cried a little when Jason Bourne shot him in the first Bourne movie, because that means he can't be in the other Bourne movies. It's all very sad and tragic, I tell you.

Oh, and the movie King Arthur? Swoon!! Loved it!! His accent makes me melt. His eyes make me melt. His dirty, messy hair makes me melt. His lovely, lovely teeth ... well, you get the picture. Oh, and I hate Keira Knightly. She was his love interest in that movie. Again, life just isn't fair.

And then he dies in Children of Men. Why do people keep killing him????? WHY?????

It seems through each of my pregnancies, I develop a fixation with one person. A crush, obsession, whatever. I blame it on all the hormones. (And every time I see the word 'hormones,' I hear the aunt in My Big, Fat, Greek Wedding saying 'the hor-MONE-ees' and I laugh. But I digress.) Anyway, guess who it was during my pregnancy with David? Uh-huh. That's right. Except that unlike my first two pregnancy crushes, I'm still waiting for this crush to go away.

Siiiigh. I can wait.

Please don't tell John.

And then go out and rent all of my angel's Clive's movies. I'll Sleep When I'm Dead is a downer, but it's great!!


Jessica said...

Hmmm...I like the name Clive...

Who were your first two crushes on?

Brea said...

Yeah, like I'm going to put myself through that much embarrassment!! I'll never tell my second pregnancy crush, but ... my first one may have been Rob Lowe. Maybe. But I'm not telling!!

Ok, yes. It was Rob Lowe. And it only happened because I was working, and lots of re-runs of West Wing were on as soon as I got home. I had no kids, and nothing better to do. Those silly pretend Dems in a pretend office!! :)


Anonymous said...

So here's where the Clive Lovers of the World can meet...anonymously? Actually, who cares about the anonymous part! Hi, my name is Lyndsey and I have a wicked streak, a vice, that I like to occasionally indulge in...and it is called Clive "I can't get enough of you" Owen. Feels good to get it out.

Who was the second pregnancy crush?! It's okay if it was Bob Ross (not really) can tell us...we won't judge you. :)