He gets referred to a lot as “the old dude”-or-“the elderly guy”-or- “the senior citizen”. This was fine with me, cuz he’s, you know, bald and he’s kind of got moobs (man-boobs). More than a few wrinkles. Before he shaved his head, he sported this really bad-comb over.
So, imagine my surprise, not to mention horror, when Mr. John Locke, elder-statesman of LOST announces his birth year on one episode. Whu?! Huh?! He’s… MY AGE! NOOOO! Does this mean I’m not…GASP… young?! What?! I was still envisioning myself in the age bracket of say, Jin, or maybe Sawyer. I wasn’t delusional enough to align myself with Clare, but thought she might be a younger sister? Uh, no. The actress who plays Clare could be my daughter. The guy who plays the hunky Sawyer could be my son. Suddenly, I’m feeling all Oedipal and slimy.
Not that John Locke isn’t attractive. He’s got a beautiful smile and he’s very hunky for a…a…uh, senior citizen. But I was sort of seeing him as a father figure. My father.