It’s true. I confess.
I’m a bit of a bad boy-oholic. Well, at least when it comes to television, that is.
Looking back on the characters that have stolen my heart and buckled my knees over the seasons, the list is undeniably bad boy centric: Dylan (Beverly Hills 90210), Pacey (Dawson’s Creek), Angel & Spike (Buffy, The Vampire Slayer, Angel ), Sawyer (LOST), Cash (Men In Trees), Dean (Supernatural), Damon (The Vampire Diaries) – just to name a few. So driving to work this morning, mulling over my mental notes for this post, I had to ask myself:
How did I end up with this predisposition for the boys my mother warned me about?
And then it came to me.
Yep, Han Solo is definitely to blame for this one.
I was only 7 when we first met. There he was, on my parent’s 21” TV screen, this rugged rebel from the wrong side of the galaxy, shielding his heart with his cocky devil-may-care bravado and stealing mine with that smile that promised every bit of forbidden fun I could think of.
Oh, he was trouble alright!
And though my imaginings of forbidden fun were admittedly tame at that age compared to my ‘later years’, there was still something about that Solo character even then that caused a distinctly memorable flutter.
Over the years the Millennium Falcon morphed into motorcycles and hot cars; the intergalactic smuggler into the bad boys next door, a drifter,a demon hunter, even a vampire or three (yes, the list goes on), but there was always a certain Solo-esque something that drew me to every one of them.
Thanks to Han Solo, there will likely never be a Luke Skywalker, a Dawson Leery, a Stefan Salvatore or Sam Winchester for me. Nope. No matter how genetically-blessed they keep getting, I have yet to find one of those broody, brow-furrowing, monologue-prone good boys who can hold a candle to my fiesty, actions-speak–louder-than-words trouble-prone bad boys with heart. Indeed this li’l addiction of mine will no doubt have my mind wandering off willingly with the Deans and Damons and Sawyers of TV Land for many seasons yet to come. The bigger half of my heart, however, will always belong to Han.
Afterall, he was my first.
Copyright © 2010 Lee MacOdrum
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