Zack Morris

hello there.

I used to love Zack Morris.
And before you say, "Who didn't?"
I know there are some of you out there who are more of a Slater kind of girl.
I get it, his mullet is slightly hard to resist.

But let me tell who just how much I loved Mark Paul Gosselaar.

1. I used to have a full sized top to bottom door poster of his beautiful face. He hung on the back of my bedroom door for years. I think my brother gave me that poster for a birthday gift. This seems weird now.
2. During another gift giving occasion, I begged for back episodes of Saved By the Bell. And I got them. In shiny VHS format. And I watched them, a lot. One in particular was when Zack hypnotized all the girls into wanting to go to the Valentine's Day dance with him. "Zaaaack. Zaaaaack." In that episode, girls also wore wooden hearts around their neck with the name of the boy who was accompanying her to the dance. I don't think they could've made it any less awkward for those dateless girls.
3. I dutifully watched every single episode of Saved by the Bell: The College Years. From 1993-1994.
4. I bought the People Magazine issue where the cast finally reunited. O.M.G.
5. Once in middle school, I was asked to draw a poster for something. I have no idea what now. I think it was for reading, who knows. All I knew was that somehow Zack Morris had to be incorporated into this drawing. This was not teacher mandated, this was Ashley mandated. So I drew a cartoon version of Zack reading a book (I think). My memory is only recalling the fact that I stared at a picture of him forever, then definitely drew in his white high-top sneakers and that this specific poster hung in the hallway of my middle school for a while. Little did they know who was the inspiration behind the art. It doesn't get much creepier.
6. Actually it does. Once, again in middle school, I wrote Mark Paul a fan letter. That's right - a fan letter. I literally cannot remember anything that I wrote in the letter, except for one little thing. I told Mark Paul that I thought he was "fine". And then, I decided since he lived in California and probably wasn't in on Southern lingo, to define what fine actually meant. As in write out the full definition. Yes, that happened. To this day I have no idea what happened to that letter. Did I mail it? Did I leave it somewhere and my mother will call me after reading this post and tell me she found it all those years ago?

Fine.
I cannot even remember the last time I used that term to describe someone's looks.
"He's so fine!"
What the hell?

Alright, that's enough for today.