Like all Fangirls, I have a fictional husband. The announcement and confession of being married isn’t an easy one. What does it even mean? Honestly, I don’t really have much of a clue. The conversation came about with fellow fangirl Toni Pledger, who told me all about her fangirly life. About her long term marriage to Freddy Krueger. It was an absolute thrill to hear that there was someone who is just as badly fangirly as I am. Asking her all about her fangirly life was interesting; the levels she has gone to with her husband amaze me. Freddy is her life.
She then asked me the dreaded question.

“BlackFace: Well who’s the one guy you’d drop anything and be like omfg for? xD”

It took a fair amount of ebbing out of me who that is. There are more people who know this now and it really isn’t that much of a secret any more.

What does it mean to be married? It means that you think about this particular character above all others that you fangirl over. It means that this character completely takes over your mind; no matter what your mind is on. It means that you collect and horde anything and everything about them. It means that you dedicate a very large part of your life to them. Everything to do with them.

While out today looking at some things for sale in an auction, I happened across a collection of knives. I laughed to myself as I looked over the various designs and picked out a modern one. Black handled, fairly long blade. It wasn’t overly impressive really. The compass in the handle made me smile, but it wasn’t something that I am really interested in. Until I saw the name. It was a Rambo knife.

Which gives away the name of my Fictional Husband.

A picture, just in case you are a little slow.

I wasn’t entirely ready for the hardship that came with being connected with such a complicated man; I am certainly still learning. Love isn’t something that comes easy to the guy, which is completely understandable. I wasn’t even certain how to approach and let my intentions known, so again Miss Krueger comes in handy and pushes me in that direction.

You say, “So, now we know why I am husbandless!”
BlackFace: But still, damn good movie, and he’s not hard on the eyes. o-o Bodywise.
BlackFace: Because you’re scared of admitting you’re married to Rambo?
You say, “Pretty much.”
BlackFace grabs her and Rambo and puts rings on fingers >D
BlackFace: There
BlackFace: Now you’re not 8D
BlackFace: Girl, don’t be ashamed of who you love.

So now I no longer am.
Which is why I have made this confession now.
Future posts may not be as confusing, or as evasive about some facts on my fangirlings.
It may have been obvious to some of my readers. I may have just out right told them!

I didn’t intend for this post to be posted so soon and wanted to continue with nostalgia. Handling that knife earlier today though gave me the opening I needed to announce my confession.