Castle « 33 Grams of Blog

This is the second in a series of questions that I stole from a post on Joseph Mallozzi’s blog.

Who is a t.v. character you hated at first but ended up loving?

Let me start by saying this: there are plenty of characters that I like or dislike, but very few that I invest in enough to love or hate. Because of that, I can’t really think of one that I hated at first, but then ended up loving. Every character who I love is one I liked from the beginning. Same with the ones I hate. If I hate them now, I never liked them in the first place.

There are some, however, that I started off disliking that I started to like, so I’m just going to answer this with the first one of those that comes to mind: Captain Gates, from the show Castle.

When she first took over as captain (at the start of season 4), she was very short, distrusting, and just downright rude to Castle and the detectives he worked with. As the series went on, her behavior started making sense. She didn’t like how he had turned the precinct into, basically, a sideshow. He eventually won her over by proving he just as committed as she was to solving cases. Still, she was kind of a bitch at first.

What about you? Do you have any TV characters you like despite not liking them initially?

Pay attention to the title, because I’m pretty sure only guys will understand what I’m talking about with this one. Most women will probably think I’m as weird as my wife does after I tell this story.

Last night, I had to expel the excess liquid that had built up in my body, or if you want me to explain it simply: I needed to urinate. I walk into the bathroom and begin the process. As I was doing my business, I noticed the book that was on top of the toilet tank, Heat Rises by Richard Castle. Ok, it’s not actually by Richard Castle, as he is a fictitious writer from the ABC show Castle. On the back cover is a picture of a smiling Nathan Fillion, the man who plays Castle, looking at me. It started to creep me out, so while I aimed with one hand, I flipped the book over with the other.

After I had finished, I walked out and , apparently, I had a weird expression on my face, because my wife asked me what was wrong. I told her. She looks at me like I’m crazy. “Unless you’re gay,” I explained, “no man wants another man looking at him while he’s holding his soldier.”

“It’s just a picture,” she said, still looking at me like I’m crazy.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s still another guy there while I’m holding myself.”

She let it drop after shaking her head. So, any guy out there, please tell her that I’m right in this.