His observation let loose a long stream of thought from me. I have never understood Ryan Gosling's sex appeal. I mean, he isn't that good looking. And what was it with all those memes I would see on pinterest and the internet? "Hey Girl, blah, blah, blah"? What did that even mean? What movie was that from? Why would anyone swoon over such an ugly phrase? Why not "Darling" or "My Dear"? Make it beautiful, not stupid.
Keith laughed at my diatribe and suggested that perhaps my imagination was more advanced or my fantasies more sophisticated to expect to be called darling or dear rather than hey girl. I rolled my eyes as I've never been one to harbor celebrity crushes, let alone fantasy about them. The light changed, and as we drove on, the conversation was forgotten.
I think Keith was right, however, to say that my fantasies are more sophisticated than Ryan Gosling.
That night I dreamed of Benendict Cumberbatch.