FIRST and foremost, I would like to say that I am not a George Clooney fan. I don't care that he was People magazine's Sexiest Man Alive twice, or that he was Batman, he just isn't my type!!
And I have my reasons.
I don't like his hair. I'm not particularly attracted to guys with curly hair. I saw him once, in ER looking like birds had nested on his head! Oh sure, in the real world, doctors have the tendency to look like that especially if they have been wearing a surgical cap for hours but Dr. Doug Ross (Clooney's character in ER) is make-believe, therefore looking like crap is not acceptable!!
I also think his face is too long. Sometimes when I look at him long enough, I am reminded of Jay Leno. Okay, a younger and better version, but still, if they were to do a movie, they could be brothers! Remember that time when George Clooney had salt and peppery hair? Didn't you think he was Leno's younger brother? I rest my case!
One time, I was flipping through the cable channels and saw him being interviewed. He was charming and funny and the interviewer was obviously enamored with him. The interview was going smoothly until they gave him a close-up. Waaaaaa, he had dirty fingernails!!! Eeeeewwwww!! How can a Hollywood hunk risk being shot with dirty fingernails? Needless to say, I was never going to be a fan.
Or so I thought.
Seven or so months ago, I got really sick with chicken pox at 39 years old! :) I thought I had escaped this childhood disease, but I guess having cancer and undergoing treatment changed all that. The chickenpox had developed complications that made the disease process difficult and rather debilitating on my part. I was bedridden and in extreme pain from the reactive arthritis it caused. It was excruciating to have so many joints inflamed all at the same time!! I couldn't walk, I couldn't text and I couldn't eat!! I remember thinking it was worse than my six month, fortnightly chemotherapy sessions!! Aaargghh!
I was crying out in pain and depressed from being helpless. I had become inconsolable, moody and very irritable. I kept praying for comfort. I needed a sign that everything would be okay and that relief ad healing would come. I felt so alone in my illness and then it happened... I met him.
I was having coffee with my sister. I was feeling better and we were talking about something when I saw George Clooney from across the room. He was standing outside looking in. Then our eyes met. I waved. He waved back and mouthed: "Hi!"
Oh dear. I never noticed he had such nice teeth before. And that his eyes twinkled when he smiled. And that cleft chin, it did make him cute! I mustered all the confidence I could and said: "Can I take a picture with you?"
"Sure!!" he said while calling me over and winking at me. At ME! I got up and rushed over to him. Oooh. Brown hair. Smiling eyes. Plain white shirt. Jacket. Jeans. Very, very cool. I never realized how tall he was and how manly. And he smelled so good!!!
"What happened to you?"
"I got sick."
"You want me to carry you?"
Whaaaaaat??? George Clooney? Carry Me??? Why would he want to carry me? The thought was too much for my brain to process!
"But I'm heavy!" was all I could say.
"Not a problem!"
And George Clooney, Batman, Dr. Doug Ross, Sexiest Man Alive and Hollywood hunk swept me off my feet!!! OHMYGOD! I must have died and gone to heaven!!! If I did, I never thought that dying could be so sweet!!! I was in his arms and he didn't mind that I was heavy!!! I was blushing and drunk with joy when he put me down.
"You take care of yourself okay?" I nodded.
"Don't worry, everything will be all right.. you will be okay. And there's always a reason!" I smiled. Then he kissed my cheek. Awwwww.
"Nina, are you awake?" I felt someone's hand on my arm. It was my doctor, doing her rounds. I opened my eyes and stared at her. I finally woke up from my drug-induced sleep!
"How are you?" she looked at me, waiting for my answer. I took a deep breath and smiled at her and said: "I just met George Clooney."
Now I'm all better. I'm still recovering from that illness but I can say I've come a long way. I always smile whenever I remember my dream. Hmmm. The Lord moves in mysterious ways. Sometimes, even as George Clooney. (I've been a George Clooney fan ever since!) :)