And so it begins...

This blog is for me.  This project was for me.  It is just a diary of the moments in the past 25 years that I've spent trying to convince people that Colin was amazing.  Pre-Bridget Jones...Pre-Pride & Prejudice...Pre-Oscar.

Although the picture on my side-bar suggests I finally met the man, the myth, the legend;  it is only a small step to actually achieving my goal of sitting down and sharing a laugh and a pint with someone I've known longer than either of my husbands!

I will not be soliciting followers.  I will probably not tell anyone I am writing this.  My friends and family tease me.  My children call me a "stalker".  So my next post will be a list of reasons why that is not so.  Why my middle name should be "sweet and harmless".  Why this seems the sanest project in the world.

God, I truly hope no one ever reads this.

Once upon a time...

A very long time ago (over 25 years), I lived in Germany on an army base.  Somewhere during that time, I saw a movie with a very young Colin Firth.  No one knew who he was.  He was just a kid.  I was just a kid.  But he appealed to me.  There was just something that made me stop and think that this guy had a spark.  This guy had some internal "something" that spoke to me.  It helped that I also thought he was extremely cute in a boy-next-door sort of way.  I was hooked.  It was fate...or insanity.  But Cupid's arrow had struck it's mark and I could not tear it out from my heart anytime soon.

Several years passed and I returned to the States.  But I could not forget the boy I saw.  I could not forget the boy who had stolen a piece of me.  He would never know the mark he had left on my heart.  I would have to throw the dream of meeting him out to the cosmos and hope someday the gods would shine upon me.

And so my project began....25 years ago....to spread the word.   First to family and then to anyone who would listen to me.   "Have you heard of this young actor, Colin Firth?"  No one had.  No one listened.  No one cared.

Except me.