I could be in trouble. I might be adding a new television program to my line-up. New Amsterdam hasn’t aired yet, but I’m already a little enamored with the chiseled jawed leading man. The premise is tailor made for a hopeless romantic wrapped in a tight cynical shell—he is immortal until he finds “the one” and then he’ll be able to grow old with her.
Yep, just like that I’m in at least for the premiere. That’s all it takes.
Of course, if this were my reality, I’d meet “the one”, my immortality curse would be lifted and then I’d be hit by a truck. OR, I’d meet “the one”, my immortality curse would be lifted, I’d age while my “one” started dating a 22 year old. So, as with most things, this plot point works best in fiction.
Kate, watching American Idol and thinking that some of the cuts were kind of abrupt tonight