here today

 

we don't live here anymore

Rarely do I get crushes on celebrities. But when I do, something inevitably happens to disillusion me and suddenly I no longer love them. It can be an interview, or something I read or a piece of gossip (I stopped loving Gwyneth Paltrow when I heard that she owns 6 pair of black leather pants. I feel very judgemental about that. Who really needs 6 pairs? ) Sometimes I'll fall for someone kind of obscure - like I really had the hots for Jason Lee (Enemy of the State, Mumford, Chasing Amy) until his charming grin started to look a little smug and then my crush was over. I moved on to Javier Bardem (pardon me, Javier, if I mispelled your name) who starred in Before Night Falls... but then I couldn't find him anymore and so my crush died from lack of attention.

My most recent love has been Mark Ruffalo. I found him in You Can Count on Me and followed him through 13 Going on 30, In the Cut, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and then last night, finally and fatefully to We Don't Live Here Anymore. (And before going further, let me just say that the sex scenes in In The Cut are the best I've ever seen on film - including porn - even porn filmed "by women, for women".) If I'm ever feeling like I'm just not in the mood, or a little lazy about sex but knowing that I'll feel good once I start, I just dwell for a moment on a scene from that movie and I am ready to go. Like the one where Meg Ryan fucks Mark Ruffalo in the chair or the one where Mark Ruffalo fucks Meg Ryan in bed or when Mark Ruffalo calls Meg Ryan and talks dirty to her while casually driving down the street. So, yeah, he's hot, he makes me hot. My crush on Mark Ruffalo was one of the big ones.

Until I saw him as a sneaky little mean man in the movie last night. And just like that, the love affair is over. Mark Ruffalo is done. I am finished with him. No more Mark Ruffalo. No more.

I might have to rent In the Cut one more time, though. Just to check.

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