It was only recently that I became so emotionally invested in American Idol. Last night I had dinner with two of the brightest and coolest ladies to ever grace the upper east side. Our conversation entered The Passion Zone when Idol came up. They're on Team Casey (meh) and I'm all for James. (Though we can all agree that Pia is not of this world and should be crowned Queen of The Universe.)
The word "arrogant" came up to describe James and it can't be denied. The kid is a Capricorn after all (power is life blood to you guys.) Sometimes when I watch him get a little full of himself I shout out at the TV, "No, James! You'll lose your people! Be humble!"
He's incredibly talented and therefor slightly entitled to a bloated ego. But why I adore James Durbin is for two very strong, non-Idol related reasons:
1) The early footage of him talking about his wife and baby (The corny line "I met an angel" has never been delivered with more sincerity and preciousness.)
AND
2) He has Tourette Syndrome.
My husband also has Tourettes and I can't begin to describe the way something like this can endear a person to you. Neither of them shout swear words - they have the kind where the only offenses produced are in the form of ticks and twitches. When Logan and I were strung together by a friendship fraught with sexual tension, he would often bust into a slew of adorable shoulder, hand, and neck jerks. He wasn't aware of these movements but when I'd walk behind him at Home Depot on yet another trip to get apartment stuff for me, I'd swoon over the spasms his body underwent in my presence. Since we've been married, he twitches a lot less.
I was laying next to him in bed just now when a fit of giggles overcame me and I had to get up to write this. He was also grinding his teeth - a less appealing quirk of his that produces the most ungodly sound (it kind of sounds like a dying duck.) He's been working as an Associate Producer on a super fun design show and because he's usually so exhausted, the teeth grinding hasn't been all that bad lately. However, he got a lot of sleep this weekend so his chompers are in full swing tonight.
We haven't seen each other much lately. He's been working 12 hour days and I've been finishing my first novel (FINALLY!) I miss him but his work ethic is way too impressive for me to be upset that he's gone so much. He maintains the most amazing attitude too. I've never known anyone like this. And when I see him at the end of the day, too worn out for any twitching or spazzing, my heart often leaps into my throat. I can't believe I can love somebody so much. He's a stubborn pain in my ass and he fights just like me (dirty), but he has the most infectious laugh. And as I told him tonight, he's so incredibly hot that I easily forgot the parts I don't like (yeah, I said it.) His surprisingly good vocabulary betrays his disarming dumb guy routine, and I've seriously never been so affected by a man's shirtlessness. My BFF, Gabe, has accused me of being a lesbian since I was sixteen years old because I never check out attractive men. I just don't notice a guy until he makes me laugh. And for that, Logan is the best.
I could continue, and I'm sure I will if I keep up with this blog. But now I hear Logan rustling around in bed wondering where I am in between that bizarre quacking (it's the "Swan Song" of his tooth enamel!) We each produce way too much body heat to cuddle in a normal climate, but we usually hold hands or share a pillow in bed. And I don't know what it means, but I like that we're both human fireballs. I have to return to that, but first I want the world to know why I root so vehemently for James Durbin. When I see him twitching up there, blinking his eyes and staring into the camera without any idea that his facial ticks are stealing the show, all I can think of is Logan the afternoon we'd helped a friend move. On the second load to her new apartment, I got back into the cab of his truck and noticed sticking out of my bag was a little bouquet of pink flowers he'd pulled from a tree. We were still in the Friend Zone but it sent my heart all aflutter. Logan backed out of the driveway with a giggle and a shoulder twitch that made me afraid he'd crash the truck and kill us all.
But he didn't. And now we're on the path toward happily-ever-aftering it up. And hopefully James Durbin stays humble enough that America wants it for him too.
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