To watch Castle or not to watch Castle?

I have had a bit of an internal struggle lately with regards to whether I will watch Castle.  It looks really bad. The title alone sort of annoys me for some reason I can’t really pinpoint, although I suspect that it may have something to do with the fact that the main character’s name is “Rick Castle,” which is one of the fakest sounding names ever.  RICK CASTLE?  Please.

Also, the entire ”fun, non-serious, playboy guy tries to seduce an uptight, serious woman while investigating crimes” is so, so played.  Television has been bombarded with Moonlighting rip-offs for the past 20 years.  I don’t think there is a television watcher in the universe who is unfamiliar with this formula.  It’s DONE. Oh my God, we know they’ll eventually sleep together after thousands of seasons (if it makes it that long; if not, 13 episodes). I DON’T CARE.

However, Castle stars Nathan Fillion, whom I love.  Like, actually. In my heart. I think he’s a great actor and very funny and charming, but really … he’s just so very, very attractive. Look:  

Dreamy

I saw him in real life once and I think it’s a huge indication of my impressive degrees of self control that I did not ask him to marry me on the spot. I thought about it, though.  In fact, I visited his MySpace page to see what his interests are so that we can have things to talk about if our paths shall ever cross again (before the proposal, of course; a girl has to break the ice somehow).  And lo and behold, it does appear that we enjoy many of the same activities like hiking, watching Lost, and complaining.  If only he knew me already, he’d be in love with me RIGHT NOW and we’d be acting out scenes from Firefly.

I suspect that I will succumb to watching this show, but that I will only kind of enjoy it.