Fangasmic

On the list of people my father would disapprove of me dating (read: all people; any people) there is one type in particular that would drive him to violence. He would probably label these people "wusses", "pansies", or "wimps". Now I'm not saying Wil Wheaton is any of these things, but at the time when I had a giant crush on him? Definitely.

( Sorry, Wil. But don't worry! I still love you! )

I don't care if dad would hate him. Ten year old me still wants to hold hands with Wesley Crusher and visit the holodeck. We could be obnoxious and pretentious together and make plans to take over the galaxy in a very positively received way. It would be awesome.

And then my dad would have to kill him and bury the body.

But before that happened I would have the chance to rub how awesome WW is in everyone's faces. If I could go back in time to the late 80s/early 90s, maybe I would. Maybe I wouldn't! But if I did, I'd say this: CHECK OUT WIL WHEATON NOW, BITCHES.




* Bradley James, I doubt you are reading this, but if you are, please stay clean-shaven. I mean, you looked fine with facial hair but your face is so beautiful it really deserves to be on display at all times. Much like the rest of you.