On the way back from Vegas on Saturday, our plane was temporarily diverted to a runway in Rochester because of bad weather in New York. While many of my travel companions were busy playing celebrity, I watched "The Notebook."
I'd seen the end before, not too long after a break-up. And after catching just the last fifteen minutes, I cried for three hours.
While I enjoy a good cry every once in a while, every time someone has tried "to Notebook me," I've refused. Three hours of crying should only happen when someone you actually know, in the real world, dies... or breaks up with you. But when you're stuck on a plane with few channels and nothing better to do (we know, we could have played celebrity or gotten wasted), sometimes a sappy movie hits the spot. And most times, Ryan Gosling hits the spot.
I'd already decided I wanted him to plant his seed me in after watching "Lars and the Real Girl," and after a full screening of "The Notebook," I was sure I'd found my purpose in life: getting Ryan Gosling to plant his seed in me.
And then I opened up my blog reader and had one of those Us Weekly moments: Ryan Gosling, he's just like us! He gets coffee for himself and other people! Which, of course, made me want him even more.
And for that (yes, "that" being getting his own coffee and being fucking hot), he is our crush of the week. Can you really blame us?
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