HAPPY BIRTHDAY VIGGO!
On this day, October 20, Viggo Mortensen was born 65 years ago in New York. He has led a very interesting life. He has lived in Argentina and Denmark and now he resides in Spain. He speaks many languages. Spanish, Dutch, Italian, French, Arabic. He writes poetry, paints, loves photography and is an amazing actor. In almost every role he has had in the last ten years he has been nominated for an Oscar. He is yet to win, but I'm certain his golden statue is in the future.
I loved him beyond distraction. I would go onto the Internet and study every single photograph of him, I watched every movie he was in over and over, I even dedicated a blog to him.
At one point I was sure something was wrong with me. Whenever I would ask my friend Anita (RIP) if I needed to worry about my mental health she would say "NO! You're perfect for each other!" Nothing like a true friend actually encouraging your delusional love for a movie star you will never meet in real life.
BUT, I did meet him in real life!
There weren't that many people there believe or not, so I worked my way up to the front and found myself standing right next to this gorgeous hunk of man. Here's the scary part. If you have read my blog over the years you will not doubt know that I have written about every single dream I have ever had about him. When I was working my way up to him I half expected him to recognize me from the ether, where we knew each other and visited so often. When he didn't recognize me REALITY hit me ... right between the eyes.
He gave me an autograph but when I asked if he would take a picture with me he said NO. That he wasn't going to do that. All he had to do was put his arm around me and look at the camera! It would have taken him longer to scratch his butt! And that's when I stopped loving him. I never felt the same way about him again. I was so heartbroken. But, on the positive side, at least I didn't have to enter a mental facility.
