Last night as I drifted off to sleep, I listened to Death Cab for Cutie’s “Narrow Stairs.” There’s something about lead singer Ben Gibbard’s vocals combined with his whip smart lyrics that lull me into a state of restfulness. And like girls do, I thought about what it would be like to marry Ben Gibbard, be the backstage wife at all Death Cab for Cutie’s shows, and how cute “Amy Gibbard” sounded. I even considered how I would sign my new name. Really, boys, this is what girls do.
As I was perusing through the celebrity gossip news this morning (a guilty pleasure, I know), I was shocked to discover that Ben Gibbard was not only dating Zooey Deschanel, but that the couple was engaged (yes, I know I’m coming into this a little late). What a striking couple, I thought to myself, and then I realized that *I* was supposed to marry Ben Gibbard. Since I’m a big fan of Zooey’s work as an actress and a musician, I feet torn. If Ben Gibbard is to get married, Zooey Deschanel is an awesome pick, but still “Amy Gibbard” just sounds so good to me.
Now that my fantasy world has been shot to Helsinki, I guess I’ll have to pick up the scattered pieces of that pipe dream and move on to something a little more plausible. Is Leonardo DiCaprio still single? Man, I had a crush on him during those “Titanic” years.
P.S. I think my mom is still pining over Paul McCartney. As you can see, women don’t get over celebrity crushes so easily, if ever.
She is Beloved 
This is the precise sentiment that I am dealing with as well.