This one falls under the category of "fun" in my list list: I have tickets for the 5:30 showing of Pirates of the Caribbean, featuring my man Orlando Bloom. I can't wait!
I'm going with a friend and our sons - Danny will refuse to sit near me because I have a habit of sighing a lot when Orlando comes on the screen.
In my defense, I don't usually go for the model-good-looks type. When I was married, my "List of 3" (that is, the men I was allowed to sleep with guilt-free if opportunity arose) was usually John Cusack, Gene Hackman and a pre-Monica Lewinski Bill Clinton.
When I first saw Orlando on screen in Lord of the Rings, I emitted this gutteral, completely involuntary sigh. (Unlike when I bypass Anderson Cooper as I'm flipping channels..that's more of an mmmmm...like maybe the difference between biting into chocolate vs. wanting chocolate to bite into you.) Anyway, I didn't know who Orlando Bloom was as an actor. Honestly, I just figured I had a thing for elves. I refused to google him for fear it might dilute his elfin magic.
But one day a trailor came on for Pirates of the Caribbean, and as a pirate swashbuckled across the screen, I had the same reaction. The lusty sigh again. Great, I groused. I'm turned on by elves and pirates. What's next. Feet?
As it turned out, that pirate was Orlando.
I wasn't a freak. Just an old lady with a girlish crush.
So tonight it's me, a friend, two teenaged boys, a big bucket of popcorn and a hot pirate. Life doesn't get much better than that.
