Realizations

I resent the fact that every interview I read suggests that all of Rob's fans are 13-year-old girls. I assure I haven't been for some time and frankly wouldn't want to be again. I'm old enough to know what I want and I have my own credit cards to pay for it. I'm also old enough to know how to give as good as I recieve. *wink* (If your brain is running slow because of the Paris pics, this was a sexual innuendo directed toward Rob)

In fact, if there are 13 year olds out there thinking the same the kind of shit about Rob as I do, then they need a stern talking to about birth control or perhaps boarded up in their rooms until they are of age. *points finger* Didn't I tell you little bastards to do the dishes for your poor mother? And for fuck sake pay attention in school. That's what 13-year-olds should be concerned with. Just leave Rob to me. No kid should have these thoughts. Hell, I'm too young to have these thoughts. Maybe Rob should keep me locked in the bedroom...

What was I talking about? Wait, I know.

Another thing that bothers me is the insinuation that it is only Edward Cullen I'm lusting...I mean swooning over. While I loved the books, as well as the movie, it has never been about that for me. Sure, he's totally gorgeous, obviously, but to me, Edward Cullen is hot because of beautiful words SMeyer wrote and because Rob plays him. The same way Art Freeman is hot because of beautiful words by Oliver Irving and... Rob. Do you see the common denominator here? (Strangely, denominator makes me think of Rob on the bottom.)

I was going somewhere with this, I swear I was. Ok, I think I got it.

These are de-grading remarks that more or less panders to the notion that Robert Pattinson has no fans. That we are some kind of delusional outcasts. Crazy people. This is the wrong tone, see. I can't allow you to speak about my boy that way...or me, myself, and I. Because all three of us agree, Edward is perfect for Bella and Rob is perfect for us. (Ok, maybe we're a little crazy.)

See, I like that Rob is unafraid to make a mistake. I like his silliness. I like that he takes nothing for granted. I like that he chooses roles that are both eye opening and soul shattering. I very much like the way he fidgets with his hands when he's nervous, then tries to hide it by stuffing his hands in pockets. I like the way he blushes. I like the way thoughts of him make me blush. None of that has anything to do with Edward Cullen.

I will admit that it is not always easy to be a Pattinson fan.

Never being able to keep the same pair of panties all day.

Always needing a shamwow to sit on.

Mouth is always dry while other things are always...well, you know.

All coherent thoughts cease.

Following Rob around the interweb like a bitch in heat (fuck! Maybe I am 13) does have it's perks.

Exercise is unnecessary, I've got a 6-pack from my stomach muscles tightening at the sound of his voice.

Extreme bladder control. (Just one more chapter--sound familiar?)

A daily proper eye fucking.

An endless supply of daydreams, fantasies...ambitions, whatever you want to call them.

I've stopped biting my fingernails--too busy right click, saving.

I sleep better than ever because honestly he exhausts me.

There is a point coming to this...as soon as I remember what it was.

Yeah, I remember, I'm not a flighty teen. The things that I love now are still the things I loved 15 years ago. So it seems perfectly reasonable to say that 15 years from now I'll still be loving Rob. I'm stable minded enough to know the difference between a perfect fictional character and a real live man with flaws and imperfections. Pay attention, here comes the moral of the story. I am also old enough to realize that true love is not blind. Love is understanding someone's faults and being ok with them. Love is when even on their worst day their not so bad. Maybe friendship is blind, but love closes it's eyes.