And for today’s confession?I have Bruce Willis lust.
Yes, I know he’s bald. Yes, I know he is middle aged. Yes, I know all of this. I just can’t resist that smirk.
How did this happen you may ask? Well, it all began with a little show called Moonlighting. Yes, I was a faithful, nay dare I say, addicted viewer to Moonlighting. Every Tuesday when I was a teenager, I would lock up at the little outdoor recreational store where I worked selling canoes and backpacks, and I would drive to my boyfriend’s house. At 9 p.m. we watched Moonlighting together. I guess he watched Moonlighting. I secretly watched Bruce. I could not care less about Cybil.
That show was marvelously written. I loved seeing what the writer’s had for us each week. The sexual tension in the show was great, and the dialogue was witty and sharp. Recently, I have discovered that Netflix (again…let me just mention how much I love Netflix…) has all of the seasons of Moonlighting on DVD. We are currently on season three, disk two. :) The Atomic Shakespeare episode. We watched that one last night. Love it!
My Bruce love rekindled. Of course, once Die Hard came out, I felt betrayed. All kinds of people figured out how great he was. How dare they say they like him?!? Have they been watching all along? I think not. Did they risk missing curfew and being on restriction for about a million years to watch Bruce. No. Well, I certainly did. Every Tuesday, I raced home as soon as the credits rolled hoping to beat the lights in order to get home within the five minute window my parents gave me. Later then 10:05 and my social life for the week was over. It was worth the risk just to see that smirk.
Yah, I know. Three kids and one divorce from Demi later, I still think he’s all that. Maybe lost the edge a little, but he still has the smirk. *melt, sigh*
How did this happen you may ask? Well, it all began with a little show called Moonlighting. Yes, I was a faithful, nay dare I say, addicted viewer to Moonlighting. Every Tuesday when I was a teenager, I would lock up at the little outdoor recreational store where I worked selling canoes and backpacks, and I would drive to my boyfriend’s house. At 9 p.m. we watched Moonlighting together. I guess he watched Moonlighting. I secretly watched Bruce. I could not care less about Cybil.
That show was marvelously written. I loved seeing what the writer’s had for us each week. The sexual tension in the show was great, and the dialogue was witty and sharp. Recently, I have discovered that Netflix (again…let me just mention how much I love Netflix…) has all of the seasons of Moonlighting on DVD. We are currently on season three, disk two. :) The Atomic Shakespeare episode. We watched that one last night. Love it!
My Bruce love rekindled. Of course, once Die Hard came out, I felt betrayed. All kinds of people figured out how great he was. How dare they say they like him?!? Have they been watching all along? I think not. Did they risk missing curfew and being on restriction for about a million years to watch Bruce. No. Well, I certainly did. Every Tuesday, I raced home as soon as the credits rolled hoping to beat the lights in order to get home within the five minute window my parents gave me. Later then 10:05 and my social life for the week was over. It was worth the risk just to see that smirk.
Yah, I know. Three kids and one divorce from Demi later, I still think he’s all that. Maybe lost the edge a little, but he still has the smirk. *melt, sigh*
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I can see this. He used to be hot. ;)
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