Did you know the premier of Lipstick Jungle is tomorrow night? DID YOU? Well I did, mainly because the love of my fake TV and movie life will be with me once again…Andrew McCarthy.
Maybe some of you won’t remember him, but I do. And I am still shamelessly in love with him.
My love affair with him began with St. Elmo’s Fire. If you are not old enough to remember this, you seriously missed a piece of 80’s history and I just cannot help you. If you do remember, and chose to fall in love with Rob Lowe instead, I cannot help you there either. Rob was hot, yes, but he lacked the soul and ginormous blue eyes that my Andy has. (I can call him Andy because I’ve been in love with him for that long so shut up.)
He went on to such iconic 80′s hits as “Pretty In Pink” and if you force me to recount his hotness in “Less Than Zero”, I’ll just have to curl up in a corner in shame in my underwear just like Robert Downey, Jr. did (rightfully so) did in the movie. I am willing to forgive him for “Weekend at Bernies” because I love him just that much. (Shameful fact: watched that movie not too long ago and still laughed at it…)
What is it about him you may ask? Is it the narrow shoulders? The bitten to the nub fingernails? (Yes, I observe my Andy that closely…I know all the details…stalker much? Maybe.) Is it the way he virtually swims in jacket? His curly mane of seriously wavy hair? That contributes, yes. Sure, he made love to a plastic human in “Mannequin”, but we all have our fetishes. Mine involve wine with no calories, but we all have our dreams. Suspension of disbelief, that’s what it’s all about.
I’ll admit, I cheated on Andy for a time while he went dark. I had imaginary flings with George Clooney, Johnny Depp, and Leo….oh how I loved Leo for a time. And Matthew McConaughey? Matty, you can play naked bongo drums stoned in my house anytime. But then Andy came back in a big way in “Lipstick Jungle” and I was back in full on, 80′s love. (Victory Ford? Can kiss my Irish ass…I’m totally going after him.) Sure, I got married along the way, had a couple of kids, but whatever, a girls gotta have her dreams.
I think it’s the thing with his eyes. He always looks slightly confused, yet pleasantly surprised. Yes, that’s it. The utter pleasure he derives from looking at the love of his life is mesmerizing.
Sometimes The Man looks at me the same way. He has the same ginormous eyes, though brown, but every bit as beautiful. He looks confused, and then has a glint of laughter in his eyes and I am suddenly the lead part in a movie in my head. The slightly clueless ingénue that I am, I bat my eyes at him as he continues to smile. Then I realize I either have a booger in my nose or a leaf of spinach stuck to my teeth. Whatever….in my dreams I still have my Andy and I love him. And for whatever reason, The Man still finds me somewhat entertaining so I guess I’ll keep him for another two decades or so. He does have great eyes so let’s just stick with that…until Andy comes a callin’ anyway.
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