I have decided to pay a tribute to my blog's namesake. Plus, I just have to get this off my chest.

The summer of Episode I, I had a boyfriend. We weren't even in high school yet, so you can guess that our relationship didn't consist of any real "dating" type activities. Watching X-Files on Sunday nights while drinking coffee (we were so grown up ) pretty much sums up our relationship...if you could even call it that.

Thankfully, he liked the fact that I was crazy about Star Wars. He took me to see TPM, in fact (I had already seen it at least once by that time, though). His parents drove, of course, since we were practically younglings. So, for days afterward, all he could talk about was Anakin and....

here it is folks:

DARK Vader.

That's right. He referred to Darth Vader as "Dark" Vader. I was a really shy young girl and didn't want to embarass him, so I kinda just let him go on about this "Dark" guy. Like I said, this went on for days. These were painful days for me. I felt a strange conflict inside. Do I tell him? I should have said something right away...but I didn't. It's gone on too long, I can't tell him now. Finally, I gave in to the quick and easy path. I broke up with him.

I broke up with a boyfriend because he said "Dark" instead of "Darth!"




Whew, that felt good. Glad I got that over with. Please feel free to laugh at and comment my childish ways.

Forcefully,
JP