I have an infatuation situation that I can only describe as a Jordan-Catalano-like crush.
If you are a twenty-something female who watched My So-Called Life in the nineties, then you know that I got it bad. ["And that ain't good," says Ella Fitzgerald.]
I came to this conclusion today when I looked at said boy and thought, “God, he’s so beautiful, it hurts to look at him.” I immediately recognized that I had pulled that quote from deep inside my memory, dated back to my flannel-wearing days, when Roller Skating Parties ruled the world and everybody was obsessed with Pearl Jam.
It was true, though! I looked at him and my chest physcially ached! I wasn’t ready for it, either. This crush got blown WAY out of proportion, WAY too early for my comfort. I’ve known the kid for months, but only in the past ten days has the always-neurotic inner monologue escalated from:
“Aw, that was kind of cute when he…”
to
“Could it be possible that you…you like him, Jenny?”
to
“Do you think he noticed when I studied the exact curvature of his back, when he leaned, ever so slightly, for that 35.76 seconds? Shit. He’s looking, he’s looking! Look away, look away!”
And I don’t like it. But I love it. If that makes sense. [Nothing that I feel ever does.] I’ve been looking for the Next Big Infatuation (after the demise of Plasma Guy), and this one comes from quite an unlikely source.
So what do I plan on doing about this Crushy Crush-Crush?
Given my track record, you can bet on more of the following:
1) Getting unbelievably nervous every time said crush is in line of sight. (I [heart] profused sweating!)
2) Making inappropriate comments at inappropriate times, due to paralysis of all operational wit (see #1)
3) Giving anything else with a penis in the room more attention than said Crush, because we all know that’s how you let somebody know you truly like them.
4) Over-analyzing his every gesture, comment, coincidence, breath
Stay tuned, kids. I may not be a pouty Claire Danes, but if it ends anything like the previous infatuation, I should be downing novelty martini’s at Yogi’s in no time.
September 4th, 2005 at 8:28 am
as a fifteen year old boy claire danes melted me like a childsized grilled cheese sandwich.
that and that show was so well written that being as i happened to be the exact target demographic–except, sure, a dude, so possibly not, exactly–
the bittersweet inklings of a blossoming world:
street light,
turning tembling lips slowly over shoulder
“these arn’t my shoes”
then: r.e.m. with “everybody hurts”
are you kidding me?
ahh. plus everything is probably tearfully profound when wrestling with crippling virginity.
and thats not a metaphor, at fifteen, i was such a virgin, that i actually couldn’t walk for like a week. medical science is at a loss to explain it.
oh, and:
why do you think angela went off in the car with jordan after she knew that brian wrote the note?
and yes i realize that unless you were really into that show or remeber 1995 really well, which you seem to, that last question might has skipped the line over into creepy preoccupation with a mid-ninties abc teen drama
whatever.
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September 5th, 2005 at 6:11 am
I freakin *love* My So Called Life!
(I mean, Hello- Jordan was HOTT!)
I was totally going to get you the DVDs of it one year for Christmas.
Didn’t have the $90.
Sorry. The thought was there!
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September 5th, 2005 at 5:45 pm
The answer to your question about the Angela/Jordan/Brian triangle, I am stealing directly from Chuck Klosterman a la Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs:
(pg 6) :: “Whether it’s Jerry Maguire or Sixteen Candles or Who’s the Boss or Some Kind of Wonderful or Speed Racer, we are constantly reminded that the unattainable icons of perfection we lust after can never fulfill us like the platonic allies who have been there all along. The notable exceptions being Vertigo (where the softhearted Barbara Bel Geddes gets jammed by sexpot Kim Novak) and My So-Called Life (where poor Brian Krakow never got any play, even though Jordan Catalano couldn’t fucking read.) ::
By the by, you’re funny. And I’m so friending you.
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September 5th, 2005 at 5:49 pm
Wait..it’s…it’s on DVD?!?!
**checks Amazon**
Shit! The cheapest you can get the full set of DVDs for is $179!!! WTF?!?!
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September 5th, 2005 at 5:49 pm
Oops. Forgot to sign in. That was me. ^^^
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September 5th, 2005 at 11:07 pm
ladies, it just so happens that i have said d.v.d.’s. and by that i mean that i know a guy (lets call him tino).
so i could make vhs copies for all. peoples eyes haven’t evolved past the ability to take in vhs information have they? i mean, i still watch videos but im a dork.
sidenote: i think we all know where the word “dork” comes from but did you know that the word “nerd” was actually invented by the good doctor himself: the doctor SEUSS! (from his book, “if i ran the zoo”) and sidenote to the sidenote: actually knowing that fact already makes you a huge “spaz.”
so, yeah, i can get video copies of the dvds for whomever wants them but a warning: to get them we all have to go to the ‘make-out house.’
ahh, i could do m.s.-c.l. references all day.
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September 6th, 2005 at 11:59 am
And now I am thinking– Who is it? Who is it that could possible compare to Jordan Catalano?
P.S you can speak in codes if you want
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September 7th, 2005 at 7:41 pm
Psh. You know I’ll tell you, Mrs. Skulches
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February 3rd, 2011 at 7:09 am
Thank’s for sharing this great post, it helps a lot.=)
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