There exists but one man that makes my body tingle. For the last couple of years, he has been my center, the only thing that shakes me to the core while I happily bathe in giddiness. Just the mere mention of his name makes me whip around to find the source of its uttering. And while this sounds like a good thing and that it might help me cope with depression, it's not. "Why?" you may ask. I'll tell you why, and you may laugh.
That man is Sherlock Holmes.
The famous fictional British detective, who could solve any case. By deductive and inductive reasoning, he could for conclusions nearly dead-on to the truth. He held a strong disdain for Scotland Yard, although in all of the cases he worked with them he only allowed his name to be used for a few.
Holmes is nearly everything I want in a man; intelligent, introverted, and funny. He has a strong passion for several other things I happen to find lovely or amusing. Does he have his faults? Yes, of course, like any other fictional and real human being. He had a small cocaine habit; he would inject a 7% solution when there was no case to occupy his manic mind. He wasn't terribly good looking (although, who gives a damn about that?). Sherlock could be very arrogant and conceited. Plus, he had a strong dislike for women; he felt as though the sex couldn't be trusted and he wanted no romantic relations with any.
I think what hurts the most is that he didn't want a relationship and was incapable of loving somebody in a romantic way. The closest he came was John, but he didn't love John in that way. And, for those who protest using Irene Adler, the story explicitly states that Holmes never loved her, he just had a mad amount of respect for her because she was the only female who bested him. Don't get me started on her, I'm a little jealous, which is ridiculous
God, I love that man so much. I don't even know why these days. It hurts. A lot. And I see no end to this love anywhere in the near future.
Sorry you had to read all of this, this was something that I needed to say right now. I watched my favorite incarnation yesterday (Jeremy Brett )
and by the end I could feel my heartbeat and my face flushing. Sigh. How silly