Last night, I realized that Jake Ryan isn't real.
I'm nearly 42-years-old.
I'm also kinda slow. *grin*
Sixteen Candles was on and, as always, when it airs I find it necessary to stop and watch. I come from the 80s. It's what we women do when we were girls in the 80s. I think it's genetically programmed into my DNA or something.
Watching out of habit, I slowly became disinterested and changed channels to...something. I'm not really sure what. This surprised me. Is it possible that *gasp* I've finally outgrown Jake Ryan?!?! Say it isn't so!!
Oh, I know Jake Ryan isn't real. No one ever wants to admit it, but we know it. Heck, there have been articles written about it. I was sad that I couldn't even muster up the usual enthusiasm or enjoyment when watching the final scene. Oh-so-swoonworthy in my younger years, I could only think, "Yeah, that would never happen in real life."
*sigh* I hate those moments. Those grown-up moments. Sort of like how I got really excited when my orthopaedic flip flops arrived from Zappos.com today. The times, they are a'changin'.
Farewell Jake Ryan, you perfect boy/boyfriend from the 80s. I will miss you so...*whispering* but I'll probably still come back to visit you now and then.
I'm nearly 42-years-old.
I'm also kinda slow. *grin*
Sixteen Candles was on and, as always, when it airs I find it necessary to stop and watch. I come from the 80s. It's what we women do when we were girls in the 80s. I think it's genetically programmed into my DNA or something.
Watching out of habit, I slowly became disinterested and changed channels to...something. I'm not really sure what. This surprised me. Is it possible that *gasp* I've finally outgrown Jake Ryan?!?! Say it isn't so!!
Oh, I know Jake Ryan isn't real. No one ever wants to admit it, but we know it. Heck, there have been articles written about it. I was sad that I couldn't even muster up the usual enthusiasm or enjoyment when watching the final scene. Oh-so-swoonworthy in my younger years, I could only think, "Yeah, that would never happen in real life."
*sigh* I hate those moments. Those grown-up moments. Sort of like how I got really excited when my orthopaedic flip flops arrived from Zappos.com today. The times, they are a'changin'.
Farewell Jake Ryan, you perfect boy/boyfriend from the 80s. I will miss you so...*whispering* but I'll probably still come back to visit you now and then.
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