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I Married My Dawn Tinsley

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The Office - Series 2

Yes, my cable is dead.  After many disputes with the cable company (and some dodged charges), our family’s cable shut off tonight, and we are left with internet-based media.  This evening, after my wife went to bed, I discovered that hulu plus carries the entire series of The Office, and I was in heaven.

I’m not talking the Scranton, Dunder Mifflin, Michael Scott, Dwight, Kevin, Jim and Pam Office.  I’m talking the Slough, Wernham Hogg, David Brent, Gareth, Keith, Tim and Dawn Office…especially Tim and Dawn.

I was/am a huge fan of the original BBC series, and own all the episodes, but seeing it there on hulu tempted me.  That and the fact that I decided to take a rare “sick” (mental health) day tomorrow from work and felt entitled to stay up late and watch whatever the hell I wanted to watch while eating cake.

This is the thing about The Office: it possesses the rare power to make me cry.  It’s very seldom that I shed tears, even during the most catastrophic times in my life.  But somehow, watching other people’s joys and miseries play out on the screen makes it easier for me.  Perhaps it’s because there’s some distance from the characters and situations, and so it feels safe.  When I shed tears for TV or movies, I’m crying for someone else, because their life is shit or overwhelmingly heart-breaking.  If I cried because something in my life was shit or heart-breaking, it would feel too vulnerable, too raw.  It would signify that I couldn’t “fix” that thing in my life.  TV and movies are safe.  I can shed tears and feel badly for that character, but maintain the sense (illusion) that I have my own shit together and can fight another day.

The “Specials”, as they’re called, are where I really lose it.  The Specials are the last two episodes in which the cast returned for their final goodbyes.  For those of you not familiar with the series, Tim Canterbury (Martin Freeman) is the lovable lost-soul of the office who’s infatuated with Dawn Tinsley (Lucy Davis), the sad aspiring illustrator stuck in a reception job at Wernham Hogg, a paper merchant.  Tim pines over Dawn in a very subtle, tortured way over the course of the season, making two bids for her affection, both thwarted as Dawn inevitably chooses Lee, her doltish, perpetual fiance.  Viewer like me watched in anguish throughout the season as funny-man Tim quipped with Dawn and nudged her toward fulfilling her hopes and dreams, while she was pulled down (and away) by Lee’s subtle insults.

The Specials picked up two years after the series ended, to find Dawn living in Florida with dead-beat Lee, mooching off of his sister, while Tim remained in Slough, brow-beaten by impish Gareth who now manages the branch.  The “documentarians” offer to fly Dawn and Lee back to Slough for the annual Wernham Hogg Christmas party.  Dawn and Tim are painfully reintroduced, but they quickly fall back into their comfortable way with one another.  Their short reunion is emblematic of everything wonderful about their relationship: Tim saves Dawn from suffering through office chit-chat, the two poke fun at Gareth, and Dawn draws a portrait for Tim.

It’s those last 45 minutes when I as a viewer am not able to hold it together.  (I would write SPOILER ALERT, but anyone who would stick through the last 500 words is probably already a fan of the series).  At the party, Lee bad-mouths Dawn’s artistic abilities before ruining one of Tim and Dawn’s private jokes and whisking her away from the party in a cab.  As she rides away, Dawn opens up her Secret Santa from Tim, to find an oil painting set and the portrait she drew of him with the words “Don’t Give Up” written on it.  We find Tim later at the party talking to David and Gareth when Dawn returns, kisses him, and the two leave the party hand-in-hand.

And I lose it.

I’ve seen the episode about eight times, and lose it every time.  Tonight I was left alone in my living room at midnight wondering why this always happens to me.  After all these years, I still can’t help but cry when these two connect.  And then I understood.  I see myself in Tim.  He’s somewhat shy and self-conscious.  He tries to be funny, in spite of how down-trodden he feels about his own life.  And he’s rubbish around women, especially Dawn.  He pines for her throughout, but can’t make it past the jokey, supportive friend phase with the woman he loves.  That’s how I always was with women.  I was the shy, quiet guy who wouldn’t stick his neck out for fear of being shot down.  For fear of being hurt like the times Dawn hurt Tim.  It’s a miracle I’m now married and have a child.

But why am I married now?  Because I found my Dawn.  On my first date with my wife-to-be, we went to a party.  I am crap at parties.  We sat separate from everyone, making our own little jokes.  Some harmless, some at others’ expense.  But they were our private jokes.  This became the hallmark of our relationship: we can always make each other laugh.  Not only that, but we can pick each other up when the other one is feeling down.  We can praise one another for the talents we each possess, and inspire the other to always keep trying.  These are the things that are important in a relationship, and we’re lucky enough to embody them.

I realize that nothing in this post is about fatherhood.  But my relationship with my wife is the core of our home.  It’s the example we set for our son about love and fidelity and joy.  Just like my inability to cry about myself or my real life, sometimes I’m perhaps stifled by the “realness” of everything around me, by the nitty-gritty of everyday life.  Sometimes it takes seeing characters on the screen to get some distance and see what is sentimental and good.  But it’s only because I have something good in my own life that the tears flow when I see Tim and Dawn walk out of that party.  I realize that I’ve walked out of the party with my own wife, hand-in-hand, into the real world where we’ve made a life for ourselves.  And I realize that I’m a very lucky man, and a lucky father.

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Author: CJ Nigh

I am an East Coast writer with a Midwestern soul. Undead Dad is a blog about mindful fatherhood in the deadening age of hyper-technology and over-work. I also write science fiction for young adults.

18 thoughts on “I Married My Dawn Tinsley

  1. If my husband read this he would say, “your all the same, you bloggers. You sit downstairs talking about your love and life, when your significant other is upstairs alone in bed”. So I wont let him read it! But I did enjoy it.

  2. Ah, this really resonated. I remember watching the end of that final special with tears rolling down my cheeks. Like you, I always associated with Tim (sharing the same name always helps!) As a kid I was almost pathologically shy (I’m not that much better now) – for years I couldn’t go up to a shop assistant to ask for help because I was terrified – and doubly so when faced with a girl, let alone one I liked. I’m just one of those introverted people who has always found it easier to express himself in writing than in conversation. Somehow I too found my Dawn, and 21 years and three kids later we’re still together. We’re both very lucky men.

    • Congrats, Tim. Your comments struck a chord with me as well. I’m amazed that I’m a functioning adult after considering how shy I was. Thank god for an on-line life as well, and the ability to put words down in writing. Thanks for the comment.

  3. Yup, reading this at my desk, (honest to god I sell paper for a living) and I have great big tears rolling down my cheeks. Nice guys don’t always finish last!

  4. After starting off with the American series, I just couldn’t get into the British version. But regardless, an excellent story.

  5. This really struck a chord with me, too. First, though I haven’t watched the British version, you do a great job of creating the context necessary to draw your parallel in a meaningful way. I’m delighted for you that you found your Dawn. What really connected with me, though, is your explanation of why you cry watching others when you don’t for yourself. That’s me, too, you were describing…and I hadn’t thought about it quite that way until reading your words. Thank you for that.

  6. I had a horrible arugment with my teenage son yesterday and I was feeling like a failed mom. I’m so glad that I got a chance to read your blog because your story cheered me up – – – I, too have found my Dawn. An hour after I read your blog, my son came into my room and apologized for his behavior. Now, I’m having a great day! Thanks Undeaddad!

  7. Ha, I’m living the Tim Canterbury life right now. Great blog. Hope it works out for me, too!

  8. I realise this is an old post now but on only just discovering The Office and having cried in the final episode I did a quick Google search to check I wasn’t alone! Brilliant brilliant programme!

  9. Urgh, you actually made me cry, I hate you for that but love you for your honest and soul bearing words that will hope I bring about those feelings in my other half that you have felt toward yours. The relationship between Dawn and Tim has always been an amusement and a longing for many years, you can see the torture they go through and feel their pain and I commend the acting skills and chemistry between these two. Thank you for writing this and I hope you have many years of happiness with your Dawn xxxxxxx

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