Two things happened in one week. The first was Joss Whedon’s Napkinpalooza, wherein he added to the official Buffy canon with a scribbled drawing on a napkin, just because a fan on Twitter asked for more Buffy.
Then he went and did the same thing for Firefly:
He also did some other stuff like officially approving Marvel’s changing Thor into a woman.
The other thing that happened this week is that I suffered a Buffy-related delusion.
I went to a party and immediately became smitten with a girl there who, like me, had watched all seven seasons of Buffy over and over, for years on end. I don’t meet many people who are as obsessive in their fandom as I, and the last one I met became my then-girlfriend and her likeness is permanently emblazoned on my arm. This girl at the party was beautiful in a nerdy way, and I forgot myself and the fact that she was way out of my league.
Stranger things have happened, I thought (well no, they actually haven’t.)
For the length of the party, we were pretty much only talking to each other. We both wore silly grins. We talked Buffy, and other stuff too. I could have sworn we had a very longish “moment.” And we were both vegan. I have a rather ridiculous personal ad up on a dating site, where I say I’m looking for a vegan Joss Whedon fan who (some other stuff.) It was years since I’d put that ad up, and nobody had fit the bill. But here she was!
I went home, completely convinced that I had “met someone”. I couldn’t think of any possible trait she might have that would lessen my interest. She was the girl of my dreams, and she would move in with me and we’d watch Buffy together and make out, forever and ever the end.
Needless to say, my delusion came to a screeching halt several days later when the friend who’d had the party came over and I had a chance to inquire about the girl, Annabel. Because I am an idiot who never checks for a ring or anything. My friend told me the sad news: Annabel was not only straight, but she had a super-hot boyfriend and they were totally into each other. Not only that, but Annabel apparently looked down at people who did some of the things I do. And possibly, she was snooty on top of it all.
And here I’d been thinking we were Willow and Tara. Now, I’m used to having unrequited crushes, but I don’t usually imagine people being into me (it’s usually the other way around.) What was our “moment” all about? What were the grins about? I have to say I think I mistook the passion for Buffy for something else.
I’m not crushed, I’m just bewildered. This (being so mistaken) has never happened to me before! If I’d been on Ecstacy, it would have made sense. But I wasn’t. So I just up and had a delusion out of nowhere. Obviously Buffy had something to do with it. Maybe watching, or even discussing, Buffy stimulates the release of endorphins.
I know that Buffy on a napkin does that for a lot of people, because the media won’t shut up about it (I followed suit only so I wouldn’t feel left out.) So maybe I’m onto something.