
I still remember the first time I saw him.
He was wearing a leather jacket and riding a motorcycle.
His hair was gelled to perfection.
I could tell that underneath his tough exterior, he was actually a big softie.
In that moment I knew only two things were certain – he was the man for me and I would absolutely die if we didn’t end up together.
The only problem was – he was a 17-year-old fictional TV character named Dylan McKay.
And I was an awkward preteen with three day old ice cream stains on the front of her Target pajamas.
While he was getting into fights and falling for cheerleaders named Kelly in Beverly Hills, I was having sleepovers and completing assignments on turtles in Dubbo.
But at that moment, none of that mattered. Every barrier to our love could be daydreamed away. I just knew, deep down within myself, that given the choice this boy man would look past all the Hollywood actresses and supermodels, and choose me – the awkward girl from Dubbo.
Of course, we didn’t end up together and I didn’t die a tragic preteen death.
My obsession with Dylan McKay soon moved on. There was Pacey from Dawson’s Creek. All three members of Silverchair. Joseph Gordon-Levitt in 3rd Rock From The Sun. Ryan Phillippe in Cruel Intentions and Andrew Keegan in 10 Things I Hate About You.