A song at a Barbra Streisand concert and a random reference
to Laverne & Shirley’s Carmine
got me thinking about crushes again. In
the moment, they can feel thrilling (the ones in daily life) or titillating
(those of the celebrity kind). Of
course, they are simultaneously tortuous.
Why doesn’t he notice me? Why can’t I find a guy like that?
I can’t think of a single crush that ever
amounted to anything. Maybe I have some
sort of internal Crush Protector that keeps these hotties at bay. Still, I find great amusement in looking
back. With enough time and space between
then and now, my recollection typically comes down to a chuckle and a common
thought: What was I thinking?
With all possibilities of inching toward my next broken
heart on hold due to a broken foot, I need a focus...or a distraction, at
least, from my dependency on crutches. Bring
on the memories of unrequited love (and lust).
Crank up that old tune by The Jets. For the month of March, the
blog posts will be about crushes.
Frivolous? Sure. Hopefully, however, the reads will be fun and
will help you remember your own exciting, agonizing and silly crush
moments. I’ll reveal why I temporarily
switched diet sodas, highlight overwrought songs that I linked to my garçon du
jour and finally bid adieu to some questionable celebrity crushes with the help
of current Google Images. For starters,
bye bye to Be Mine, Carmine.
Oy! Indeed, what was I thinking?!
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