Jim Halpert may be the office everyman (if being an everyman means having a gorgeous head of hair and an irrepressible likableness) but he’s the only man on Thursday nights who sets my heart to fluttering.
Is he charming? Yep. Funny? Uh-huh. Cute? You bet.
But the best of Jim is that this is a guy who is just…sweet. He’s the kind of a guy who remembers the little details that most people [guys] don’t clue into. He uses that knowledge to give the perfect Christmas gift, or pull off a genius prank. He’s the kind of guy who has a kind word for someone when they most need it. Who would spent a day tracking down an elusive bag of chips. He’s the kind of a guy who would propose right next to the gas pump simply because he couldn’t NOT propose any longer. See, underneath that sweetheart exterior, is a confidant, passionate guy. And that’s the guy I tune in every week to see.
Of course there wouldn’t be a Jim Halpert without a Pam Beesley. I do not heart Pam Beesley. It’s not that kind of a blog. But I do heart what Pam makes of Jim. His pivotal play-big-or-go-home moments tend to revolve around Pam. The kiss after casino night, when he knew the odds she’d reciprocate were unlikely. The moment-of-clarity job interview when he realizes he’d rather be stuck in Scranton with Pam than a rising star in New York City alone (sorry Karen, you did know you weren’t ever really in the game, right?) And of course that gas station proposal…leave it to Jim to make petroleum fumes and neon-lit mini-marts romantic.
Maybe it’s because Pam is Jim’s one-and-only that make him so damn endearing. One-woman-guys are a rarity. Even fake. And she has been his one-and-only long before he was hers. Must be love.
That’s why I heart Jim.