Last night, The Husband was really tired and went to bed early. I was really interested in watching Happy Town, and stayed up late. Er. I mean later. Because, clearly 11:00 p.m. isn't LATE, late. Just, erm, later.
Anyway, went I crawled in bed at 11, my husband and I had the following conversation:
The Husband is in itallics. I am not.
So, Jensen Ackles is the same age as me.
Hm. I would have figured he was younger.
Yeah, I mean, he looked like a baby on Dark Angel.
I forgot he was on that.
But, this is good news, because now, if I ever meet him, I could totally hit on him and not be a dirty old lady. No one could really call me a cougar, because we're the same age. I'm actually a couple of months younger.
This conversation may seem pretty much not a big deal. But, that's the charm. Because it could have been a huge deal. With someone else. It could have gone more like this:
Hypothetical nonHusband is in itallics. I am not.
So, Jensen Ackles and me are the same age.
Jensen Ackles. From Supernatural. You know, the one I'm not-so-secretly in love with. Jennnnsennnn Acccckkkkllllessssss.
Oh. Why is this news?
Because, I could totally hit on him and not be a dirty old lady. Because we're the same age.
Yeah, but since he lives in Hollywood and films in Vancouver, it seems like your chances of hitting on him are slim to none.
That's so not the point.