Disclaimer: I don't own 'em…but if I did, boy the fun I would have!!!
We were sitting there and enjoying a cup of coffee when I decided to see if anyone else had noticed what I had.
"Hey, Greg, does Catherine remind you of anyone?"
He looked at me funny. "No. I don't think so."
"Are you sure?"
"Hey, you're the one sleeping with her. You sure she just doesn't remind you of an ex or something?"
"No, I'm serious, man. You remember that TV show that was on in the 80s—China Beach?"
He shook his head and said, "I was like 10 or11 in the 80s. I was more into my Atari than TV shows."
How could he have never seen the show? Well, it was about the Vietnam War and it had a few main characters in it—Dodger, Boonie, McMurphy, Richard. But there was this one really hot chick on there—KC. She was a hooker. I swear she's the reason I knew I was gay."
"Uh, okay. And you're telling me this ….because why?"
"I think Catherine looks just like KC. Or at least she reminds me of her."
"Well, I'm pretty sure Catherine never worked as a hooker in Vietnam." He laughed at his own observation.
"I know that, dumbass. I just can't get over how much alike the two of them look."
Greg got up to refill his cup of coffee. "Well, let's just hope you don't call out KC instead of Catherine tonight when you're having wild monkey sex."
"Yeah, right. Like I'd ever say some other woman's name during sex. Besides Greg, KC isn't real. She's a character on a TV show."
"Still, it would be interesting to see how you'd get yourself out of that one if you ever screwed up like that."
Later the next morning…
I walked downstairs and found myself face to face with a very angry Catherine Willows. I walked over and tried to pull her into a hug. She pushed me away.
"Baby? What's wrong?"
She just glared at me. "Don't baby me! Who the fuck is KC and why the fuck are you saying her name in your sleep?"
I couldn't help buy laugh at the situation.
"Oh, this is funny? You're fucking around on me and saying her name in your sleep and you find it funny?"
"Sweetie. KC is a character on an old TV show. I was just telling Greg yesterday how much you remind me of her. Come on, I'll show you."
I led her over to the computer and did a quick search for China Beach and then Marg Helgenberger.
"See, you have to admit you two kind of look alike."
She looked at the computer before walking into the bathroom to look into the mirror and coming back.
"I don't look anything like that old hag. She looks like someone who's been rode hard and hung up wet more than one time." With that, she turned and walked away.