Fact and fiction
I’m a collection of contradictions.
Last night, I plopped on my couch and paused on an episode of “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” while channel surfing.
A blond vampire named Spike was telling Buffy that he was terrified. The night before had been the best night of his life because he had held her in his arms and watched her sleep. And now he was terrified.
My first reaction was:
“Aaaaaaaaawwwww… how sweet!”
My second reaction was:
“In real life, that would so turn me off.” (shudder)
And then, with no better alternative on tv, I popped in Casablanca.