Today I’m rather sleepy, having spent half the night binge watching Game of Thrones. But, rather than gluing myself to the final season like most people in the land, I’ve only just witnessed the infamous red wedding - having recently bowed to peer pressure I’m finally joining the party. I'm ok with this. In fact, from what I’ve uncovered so far, I’m thinking this might even be a case of ‘better late than never’...
Sometimes you come across something that really makes you think. But before you ascertain that this is yet another review praising the stunning visuals, talented cast and vivid imagination of George R.R. Martin… this isn’t that. Sure, GOT has got all those things in spades, but here I’m simply appreciating the epiphany it has presented me with. Not bad for a show that’s essentially blood, guts and more than a dash of death.
While it may be a fantasy, in my reality GOT has started me thinking about my dating life - perhaps because the drama also involves a lot about sex, another thing I’ve been binging on of late. This side of my life tends to run hot and cold, namely because I come across very few men who look like Jon Snow (and when I do, they’re normally somewhere around the height of Tyrion Lannister). For the record, I’m 5’10”. If anyone thinks that makes it easy to find a great guy, well… like the elusive Jon himself, they know nothing.
Tall problems aside, another common denominator between me and the HBO megahit is that I too happen to boast a huge wall, and sometimes it’s a little bit icy. Yes, Trump would love me, but fortunately it’s actually another American bloke I’m currently entertaining. (When I put it like that, I sound like a King’s Landing hooker.) The issue, due to my many years of selective dating - and what my mother personally dubs my fear of commitment - is that I have a little bit of a guard up when I first meet someone. It’s not on purpose, and it’s not like I’m half as cold as Winterfell; I do the smiling, the laughing and the joking, I just hold back a bit. It’s hard to explain, but I think ‘self-preservation’ may be the modern-day buzzword for it.
As I began to watch GOT I was actually half thinking about this, wishing I could instantly be the ditzy, relaxed version of me that my family and friends know (and let’s hope, love). But then I was introduced to Daenerys Targaryen, and suddenly I’m not so worried.
The reason, is because I’ve decided that this fictional character is similar to me in real life. Yes, really. (Don’t laugh.) Granted, I don’t have three dragons, but my ex-boyfriend did ink over a tattoo of my name… with a dragon. It may be fragile, but I figure there’s a link there. She wishes to be a queen, I’m named after one. She’s blonde, with a penchant for warriors. I’m blonde, and randomly most of my exes have been in some way associated with the military. Oh and on top of all that, she’s guarded too, but this comes across as more of an ethereal, untouchable spirit than your basic everyday bitch.
I’ve decided to believe that my own reservation also manifests itself as such. After all, my American has told me that I’m poised and elegant, words I’d most definitely associate with my newfound heroine. I might feel I’m holding back on occasion, but so does Dany, never revealing all her cards until the last moment. That’s what I’m doing. Don’t get me wrong, I have passion too. On the rare occasion I fancy someone I don't hold back, and if a guy I’m with does or says something I don’t like, it’s not really in my nature to simply let any perceived slight pass me by. But isn’t it the mix of ice and fire that makes Daenerys so beguiling?
I think so. At the end of the day, I guess I’ve just realised that taking my time to reveal every side to me isn’t necessarily a bad thing. A little intrigue and suspense is always good for the soul, and often it’s these little idiosyncrasies that make a person special. The side of me that wins out will depend on how the state of play progresses but, in the meantime, if his sword is at the ready, I’m happy to keep playing the game.