Wil You Be My Valentine?

For the third and final installment of my series, M's Ex-Boyfriends: A Retrospective, I go back, wayyyyy back, to M's first true love. Okay, so he was never her boyfriend. In fact they never even met -- except in her dreams! Oh yes, he is the one and only...

...Wil Wheaton.

Awhile back, I revealed what a geeky Trekkie M is. You may remember Wil Wheaton from his role as that kid from Star Trek: The Next Generation as well as Gordie in the film Stand By Me. I think M was about 10 or 11 when she first took notice of what a fine young man Wil Wheaton was. M, I know you may not have thought about him in many years, but let's take a little trip down memory lane.

I remember walking into M's room (uninvited and with much protest from her) and looking around with bewilderment at the dozens and dozens of Tiger Beat and Bop posters plastered everywhere, each and every one featuring Wil Wheaton.

"Ew! You LOVE him!" I would exclaim.

"So what if I do? Why don't you beam the hell out of here, you stupid little Klingon?" M would snap back.

Oh yes, she would have defended Wil to the death. I tested this idea many times and still have the scars.




Wil Wheaton, looking non-threatening, with still a hint of "come hither."




Wil Wheaton liked to wear many watches. Or "Swatches" as they were called then. M said that he believed doing so would ensure that time never stopped, which she thought was supremely deep and philosophical. I never quite got it.





This red pillow might be Wil's, but more likely, it's yer daughter's. Snap.




It's warp speed to true love, Captain. HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

P.S. Tomorrow M flies to the city where I live for a long weekend visit. If she happens to kill me upon arrival, because of this blog post, please contact your local police service and tell our other sister, E, that she must take care of my cats. Thank you.

Mr. GoodTime

Our next stop in the happy tour that is M's Ex-Boyfriends: A Retrospective, might well be familiar to some of you. You might have even dated him, or at least some hybrid form. Ladies and gents, I present Mr. GoodTime.

M and Mr. GoodTime were together on and off for a few years. You know, because sometimes his search for a good time took him elsewhere, and periodically M felt that, indeed, one can have too much of a good time.

Unlike Beefcake! (see previous post), Mr. GoodTime wasn't all bad. He was pretty fun, and although he was somewhat of a manchild, that can be endearing for a few minutes at least. Here are a few fun facts about Mr. GoodTime, as I remember him:

- He always had tickets to see The Tragically Hip, and contemplated following them around, Grateful Dead style.
- His jeans were that too-pale blue circa 1994, with frayed cuffs.
- He would "drive" two hours to pick up M in his souped-up Ski Doo, but his actual car was a piece of shit.
- He usually wore the free T-shirts that come inside of cases of beer. 'Cause hey, free shirt.
- He was always up for a weekend 'shroom adventure.
- His idea of culture was collecting the caps from international (i.e., American) beers that he'd tried.
- He lived with his parents, in the basement, and wasn't about to leave until some woman made an honest man of him.

Luckily, M refused on that last one.

This is some random guy I met once at a beer festival (shut up, M), and although he isn't Mr. GoodTime, he reminds me of him a lot.


Note that this type, when not wearing a beer shirt, is often sans shirt.

I was a little sad to see Mr. GoodTime go. I was underage at the time, and he was most useful.

Beefcake!

In honour of Valentine's Day, this is the first of my three-part series entitled: M's Ex-Boyfriends, A Retrospective.

Only three parts? you wonder. Ha! Of course it's MUCH MUCH more than that, but I only have so much time.

Today we start with my personal most hated: BEEFCAKE!

Many years ago, Beefcake! brought much needed irritation, annoyance, and some fear into our lives. His work was related to the fitness industry, yet he drank 4 2-litre bottles of Diet Dr Pepper per day. If you do the math, that equals disgusting.

Beefcake! also accomplished other amazing feats, such as the following:
- Sleeping for 21 hours straight when he came to visit us at Christmas.
- Forgoing the breakfast M cooked for him so he could eat at Wendy's.
- Stalking M after she dumped his ass. But the security staff at her work can tell you more about that than I can.

Oh, M, how could you have let such meaty goodness slip through your fingers? He even had his own basement bachelor apartment, complete with his favourites pages from Swank magazine. Tres chic.

Oh, Beefcake!, there's so much I wanted to say to you. But this will have to suffice.


And in M's defense (and normally I NEVER defend her), she was heavily medicated at the time.