This blog topic was brought to you courtesy of Winn. Winn, who by now is already staring at this post, or at least the left side of it. Either she’s staring at it dreamily, or with a throat-cutting motion because Michael Vartan has not yet started following her on Twitter. Probably staring at it dreamily, much in the same way he is staring in the picture here.
I didn’t watch Alias. Nor have I seen Hawthorne. I did not see him in Monster-in-Law. I do, however, remember him as Richard Burke’s son on an episode of Friends. You know, The One With Chandler in a Box. The meaning of the box was three fold.
Of course, if I’m going to enjoy looking at Michael Vartan, it’s going to be him as Sam Coulson in Never Been Kissed. And it isn’t so much watching him as it is thoroughly enjoying that movie. I can watch that movie over and over again. I think every girl, and maybe boy, who was ever picked on or considered a geek, dweeb or spazz probably likes or could like that movie.
I’m thinking it could be safe to say that any girl that felt any kinship with Josie Geller probably dreamed of one day meeting her own Sam Coulson. I don’t know if the dream included a kiss in the middle of a baseball field with a crowd watching, but hey, whatever floats your boat. But I know I wanted someone to see past the mess and like the inside of me and think I had potential.
And Josie didn’t find that until she was 25. I was 26. My Sam Coulson has blue eyes, too, but his hair doesn’t do that exciting spiky thing and he prefers the clean-shaven look. But he does see past the mess and he likes the inside of me. Okay, yeah, he likes the outside too, but one of his most endearing (and at the same time, insanely frustrating) qualities is that he often knows me better than I know myself.
Poor Winn. All she wanted was a post about Michael Vartan and she ended up getting some mush. That’s why I posted the picture, though. I hope that made her happy.