I have a boyfriend. It’s not my husband. I’m not having a fling. And it’s not an ex, either. He’s on television. He’s an actor. How many grown women have a crush on a man on TV? Sure, there was Ricky Schroeder in the 80’s and Kirk Cameron, too…but I was an avid reader of Bop magazine then and it was perfectly, developmentally normal at the time. Now, well…now is a different story.
My crush isn’t even all that hunky. He’s sort of nerdy but nerdy is the new sexy. At least to me. I’m not entirely sure if it’s the actor or the character he plays that I am crushing on. It may be a bit of both. It’s the best kind of crush: an unattainable hybrid.
So, on Monday nights when I turn on the television to my local Fox station to witness drool over Dr. Greg House in action, I call it a “date.” Yes, I have a date with Dr. House on Monday nights at 7pm.
There’s something sort of sexy about the lab coat over a classic rock t-shirt that gets me going. When he hops on his motorcycle after a perplexing medical moment in which he lists out the possiblities of why a patient isn’t responding to treatment, well let’s just say that I am secretly swooning.
In real life, Hugh Laurie is pretty cool, too. I have learned–while reading People magazine as I pedal on the stationery bike–that he can play the piano and is coming out with a jazz album soon, is a mean rower, and the son of a physician. Is that why he’s so good at playing one on TV? Hummm.
Of course, Hugh Laurie is English. And married. And has three kids. He’s not going to come knocking on my door to ask me out on a date. No siree. And for that, my husband is very thankful. Because, I’d probably go out with him. Shhhh.
When I saw “my boyfriend” on the Ellen show a few weeks ago, I was a tad bit disappointed. He’s still cool and impossibly tall, and funny, all of which are very attractive–but there’s something missing. I’m not sure what it is exactly, but maybe it’s his native accent that throws me off. Or, maybe it’s because he’s lacking that lab coat.
I don’t know. But I do know, if the brainy bad-boy came knocking on my door asking me for a date, I’d say, “Okay!”