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Write a romantic memoir about some of your TV boyfriends or girlfriends over the years. Tell how you met each one, why you loved them, why you broke up, etc.At the time, I thought he was the love of my life. Those blue eyes, that feathered, light brown hair. That
uniform. It didn't matter to me that he was a total player and had a nasty gambling and cigar habit. It also didn't bother me that there was a significant age gap between us: I was 4 1/2 and he was...at least 20 years older. He was my perfect, dreamy man, that Starbuck, and SO adventurous. It seemed every week was more exciting than the last, and my adoration for him knew no bounds. All he had to do was smile and I was butter. Oddly enough, though, he pinged my instinct to want to protect. He got hurt, and I wanted to crawl up to him and hug him back to health.
But then one day, Starbuck just disappeared. Left for another part of the galaxy that I could not follow him to. I was crushed. Destroyed, even, and I couldn't understand how he could just go away like that.
I wallowed for several years, and then new love arose. He was tall, blue-eyed and had the most delicious dimples. Lee Stetson (aka Scarecrow) was also an adventurer, living a dangerous life filled with espionage and intrigue (in a very campy, early 80s kind of way). It was good for a while with Lee, and then he up and got married to Amanda and he quickly lost appeal. He apparently didn't love me the way I loved him. Well, that, and my mother inexplicably and suddenly forbade me to see him anymore.
So I turned around and had torrid love affairs with Thomas Magnum and a pair of brothers named Simon. I had to be quick with them, because again my mother stepped in between us and broke us apart. It seems she did not like my taste for the bad-but-so-heroic-and-good boys, and I quickly realized there was no way to date who I wanted to date with her looking over my shoulder. I tried to date several Pony Express riders, but that was short-lived and didn't work out as I'd hoped (one of them died tragically and the other cheated on me).
I bided my time for a bit...and it was well worth the wait for one Angus MacGyver. Horrible first name aside (to be fair, he didn't share that with me for the LONGEST time), he was a dream. Smart, inventive, and always getting into trouble, partly to show me how cleverly he could get out of it, I think. And he really was
such the clever man. He taught me so many things, not the least of which was concern for the environment. I had a good run with Mac, I really did - and Mom approved, too. Our split was amicable, and I still think fondly of him.
There was a serious dry spell, during my "find myself" period. Then I discovered a Mac look-alike (more seasoned, and with much better hair) who had quick wit, cheeky humor and HOT dress blues. His name was Jack O'Neill and I doted on him...and, lucky me, he brought a friend named Daniel. Unlike Jack, Daniel was mostly serious, sometimes arrogant and astoundingly brilliant. His greatest quality, though, was his caring for others. Daniel and Jack always thought they were polar opposites, and while their approaches differed, they were ultimately very similar. I loved them both almost equally, and for different reasons. Don't judge me for dating them both at the same time - honestly, put their qualities together and you'd have a near-perfect man. After a number of good years, tragedy struck, though. Jack apparently had a lobotomy or something, because his wit turned soft and his humor stupid. He still looked hot in dress blues, but by then I'd realized that looks weren't everything. I had to let him go. I held onto Daniel for little bit longer. His life, however, as many heroes' lives are, was tragic. He up and died on me. Sort of. I count being on a different plane of existence as good as dead. When Daniel was kicked out of the Glow Club for being a bad-but-so-heroic-and-good guy, he was...not the man I knew. I held on in hope for several years, and then HE totally changed and cheated on me with a lying, thieving sexpot. So then
he had to go.
Fortunately, I recovered quickly. You could say I was even rescued from my dating demons by the brothers Winchester (and their car). I'm still with them. I dated their father for a while, too, but he died saving one of them and that only made me love him more. Both Sam and Dean are a tad too young for me, but I don't care. I was once, after all, the young one in a relationship. Dean is tortured and angsty and quite possibly the prettiest male specimen I've dated (it's a toss-up between him and Daniel, to be honest). He's got a major martyr complex, and will do just about anything to help people and most especially his brother. The sad thing about Dean is that he thinks he's not special...all the while being so damned special it hurts. Sam is also tortured and angsty and is very endearing and sweet. If I'm honest, I'll say that Sam, physically, isn't really my type. There's just something about him - maybe it's his undetermined role in this coming apocalyptic demon war, or maybe it's that he's so good it makes me hurt for him that he thinks he's evil. I hope to hold onto these guys for a long time, even though they make me all hurty. It's a good pain that makes you beautiful.
As a side note, Starbuck eventually turned up again in there somewhere, but He was now a She and I'll admit I could not handle that.