Every Wednesday night it came. It gave me chills and sent my nerves wild as the hour approached. The creek. The setting. His brown hair. The banter between characters. His whit. The love triangle. God…how I used to long for that in my own life.
Joey, Dawson, Pacey. Oh, Pacey.
They were my life for seven years. Not one show has matched it since. Yes, Gilmore Girls came in a close second…but when I think of my Dawson’s Creek…it’s like nostalgic. I can remember running, not walking down the street to my friend Rachel’s and throwing my body down in front of her TV, laying on my stomach- one hand on each of my cheeks. She KNEW not to talk until commercials. Those were my high school years. I lived for those nights.
I was madly in love with Joshua Jackson.
I used to fantasize that I’d run into him at Dominick’s while grocery shopping. Like he’d see me down an aisle and fall deeply in love with me at first sight. I literally replayed this fantasy more than several times in my mind. It never happened though.
During my college years, my love for Dawson’s Creek continued on. Now it was time to watch it with a new friend that was mutually obsessed. Rachel was now away at school. Jorie became my new partner, and we had new routines. Digiorno’s supreme pizza and root beer. Still, no talking until commercials. I got so giddy during the show. I’d scream out at the TV like men scream out at sports.
And, the ending. The ending!!! Just as I always dreamed it would end. Classic. I think it might be time to pull out my season box sets. Oh yes, I own all seven.
Thinking of heading to Dominick’s today…