So I began watching Queer as Folk season one yesterday. Pretty addictive. But maybe more about that later. My point right now is, I spent the whole time I was watching yesterday (which was a good portion of my night) wanting Brian and Michael to get together. And in the episode where Michael and Emmett find out that Ted is secretly in love with Michael, I instantly wanted Michael to realize he was actually in love with Ted (if you didn't watch the show you probably are following me, eh?). I know that Brian and Justin have to end up together eventually...duh. But it doesn't keep me from wishing it would turn out differently.
Last week I read a m/m fiction book where this guy's best friend was in love with him (which became a "problem" he had to deal with) but the guy met another new guy and they fell in love, blah blah blah. It was actually a very good book, and I'm sure a lot of people would love it. But I got to the end and thought, ya know I would enjoy this all so much more if the best friend had won the day instead. Didn't really matter that the writer had spent all the time and good writing developing a relationship between the main protag and his new love interest.
And then of course sometimes I read the Best Friends fall in love stories and think...meh.
Is there something wrong with me?
Are best friends my kryptonite, or is it more about the underdog? The one that should have been?
Last week I read a m/m fiction book where this guy's best friend was in love with him (which became a "problem" he had to deal with) but the guy met another new guy and they fell in love, blah blah blah. It was actually a very good book, and I'm sure a lot of people would love it. But I got to the end and thought, ya know I would enjoy this all so much more if the best friend had won the day instead. Didn't really matter that the writer had spent all the time and good writing developing a relationship between the main protag and his new love interest.
And then of course sometimes I read the Best Friends fall in love stories and think...meh.
Is there something wrong with me?
Are best friends my kryptonite, or is it more about the underdog? The one that should have been?
- Location:living room
- Mood:
quixotic - Music:drone of the air conditioning

