It reminds me of the time I was thirteen and had this huge crush on Sandokan, The Tiger of Malaysia. Oh, how I felt for him when his beloved Marianna died in his arms! And as he turned his brooding eyes into our living room I rushed to his aid, and hugged the tv screen to my small bosom. At night I feverishly planned my trip to Malaysia so I could make him forget all about Marianne.
In August I kind of forgot about Sandokan and fell in love with Elvis Presley. I blame the broadcasting companies, for bombarding the tv screen with Elvis' movies during August. However, I only liked the young and fresh looking Elvis. My love did not survive his big, white, flashy jumpsuit.
Then came the Thornbirds, and I went through several tissue boxes watching the impossible love between Richard Chamberlain and Rachel Ward. After this, my love life took a nose dive, until the series Beauty and the Beast. I just loved The Beast, Vincent to his friends, and his husky voice. Every week I watched, with growing impatience, how he and Catherine álmost kissed, but never their lips did meet.
Then I met my hubby and that was the end of my fictitious romances. But sometimes I still think about them: Sandokan, Elvis Presley, Richard Chamberlain, The Beast...
I smile a melancholy smile, and I try not to notice my husband has just let one rip.