So I Went to the Movies

[meddow]

I realise “Dear John” letters are terribly cliché, but what’s a girl to do when the man in question is fictional.

Dear Superman

First off, let me say; it’s not you, it’s me. I was wrong to enter into a relationship with a man that has not one of the six qualities I want in a man; a sexy accent, hot period costuming, a layer of dirt, the ability to swordfight, a healthy love of alcohol and a the amoral pursuit of an in inherently honourable ambition.

Now I have to admit, there is another man. A man who manages to fill not just a few, but all of these qualities. I am sure Commodore Norrington and I will be very happy together. All I wish is that he had been dirty and drunken and had a sword-fighting scene in the first movie. From the drunken moment he arrived in the movie to his final scene at the end where he strides in with the heart, all dirty and pleased, he looked so damned sexy that I could not help but become obsessed.

We will always have Superman Returns,
Meddow

So anyway, saw the movie but I’m blown away by the hotness to really give my opinion. And yes, this probably does mean the end of my Superman obsession, but a new one has just begun.