I’ve always believed myself to be consistent, but I didn’t realize until recently how consistent I am in my tastes.

In the late 90s*, USA had a showed called La Femme Nikita. It’s about a woman who becomes a spy for an organization referred to as Section One. Each episode sees Nikita and Michael (her trainer, boss-ish type, lover man) going on a different assignment. A year or so ago, I found out the series was on DVD, but the seasons are ridiculously expensive. So, I put them on my wishlist and I’ve been hoping for the best… to no avail. Well, a few days ago, I decided to look up some episodes on the internet. Lo and behlod, you can watch the entire series (I think) on theWB.com. Amazing, right? I know.

After watching a few episodes, it occurred to me that this show was oddly familiar. Reminded me of another show that I like… a little show called Alias. Then it dawned on me… THEY ARE THE SAME SHOW. They are both about women who become spies, spend each episode using their spy tricks to catch someone or steal something, and then they fall in love with their Section One boss (Nikita) or CIA handler (Alias).

Then, I think some more and CHUCK IS THE SAME THING! But this time it’s about a man who becomes a spy, goes on new missions each week, and…. you guessed it, falls in love with his CIA handler!

Moral of the story? If there’s a spy show with a romantic relationship, it will have at least one avid viewer.

* I always thought the show aired in the early 90s, but Wikipedia differs.

Do. Not. Judge. Me.

If anyone is to blame in this situation, it’s him. I swear he’s flirting with me. Always. I try to be my usual, antagonistic self, but… I think he likes it. That is not my fault!

Here’s the situation. I thought I had a potential Mr. Cee. While he isn’t exactly what I prefer physically, I do enjoy listening to his voice. And I like it when he smiles at me. I would occasionally chat with him, usually about nothing. Like I said, being my usual self. Not too many people can handle my usual self, and I always give extra props to those who can. I have been known to say that anyone who has been friends with me for 4+ years deserves a freaking medal. At first, I was not flirting with him at all. I’m being serious. However, I got the feeling that he might’ve had the idea that I was flirting with him. Accidentally. Eventually, I can now admit that it might’ve been on purpose. Well, I add him on the Facebook to show a few of my friends what he looks like. While cruising around some of his tagged photos, one stands out to me and pushes me to check relationship status. Lo and behold, it states that he’s IN A RELATIONSHIP! I figure, pfft, there goes that one.

Apparently not. He always mentions how he’s sad that I’m leaving him (I’m moving from Atlanta), how he knows he’s not close to my heart of gold because I’m not nice to him, how he’s gonna miss me when I’m gone, etc etc and so forth. Correct me if I’m wrong here, but this is not what you say when you’re in a 3-year relationship with someone else! Today, it was more of the same. We were out to lunch with a bunch of people that we both know and he was getting ready to leave. I called him lame for leaving before everyone else was ready to go and he stayed. After making the decision, he made sure to let me know that he stayed for me. He also made a point of telling me that I’ve broken his heart every day and how I’m a heartbreaker and I don’t even know it. When things like this happen, I think to myself…. “Self, are you absolutely certain he has a girlfriend? Facebook could lie! You haven’t heard it from the horse’s mouth! Maybe it’s not real.” And that right there? That’s the kind of thinking that gets you into trouble.

But on the other hand, he could just be playing around. I could be reading into the situation. My BFF has said exactly that. But, let’s be real… if I was his girflriend, I most certainly would NOT want him saying things like this to another chick.

Point. Blank. Period.

Anyone who visits this site knows that I am a Gator through and through.  I AM A GATOR.  I bleed orange and blue.  I have repeatedly stated that choosing to attend the University of Florida was the best decision I ever made for my life.

Ever.

With that said, I was understandably heartbroken on Saturday.  Was I just upset because we lost? Absolutely not.  I was devastated by the manner in which we (yes, I said we) lost the game.  It was disgusting.  But if anyone thinks that will turn me away from my Gators, they got another thing coming.  Seriously.  If nothing else, I’m sad for Tim Tebow.  This is it for him.  This is the end of his college career and his team let him, and the Gator Nation, down that day.

While I do not believe anyone who was not on that field should cry, I was really, really, really hurt that night.  I hung up on one of my cousins and ignored a phone call from a friend (Alabama alum).  I then took to Facebook and warned everyone that if they posted a nasty comment on my wall, I would delete them.  I do not regret that and do not intend to take that down.  I even went so far as to delete at least three people who were talking shit in their statuses.  These people did not even go to Alabama!  The only team I wish to see lose ever is the stupid New England Patriots.  I revel in all of their losses.  If they perform poorly, my favorite team, the Indianapolis Colts, have an easier road to travel.  But these kids?  Some of them are stupid Georgia students who are just bitter.  And that?  I cannot abide by.

In closing, I love my Gators.  Yes, we lost, but we’ll get a good bowl game and move on.  If nothing else, this is a lesson for us.  We have been spoiled by wins.  We haven’t experienced pain like this since the Dark Years (when Zook was the coach).  Some students don’t even know about that!  They have experienced 4 championships in 2 sports during their time at Florida.  They have no idea how bad it can get.  But I know.  Some of my friends know.  And we’re ready.

We are all strong for old Florida.  In all sorts of weather, we all stick together… for F-L-O-R-I-D-A.