My first celebrity crush was Tommy Shaw from Styx. My sister had their first album and at 12 I was transfixed by his pretty boy looks.
Then there was Jim Morrison. Adam Ant. Prince (disturbing, but true). I had a crush on a real life person for many years, an ex-boyfriend of mine.
Bono, need I say more? At least I actually met him. Shook his hand, twice! Also, met The Edge. Shook his hand too!
More recently was Johnny Depp. That crush kept going for a couple of years. It faded and I tossed him to the curb.
I was really feeling empty until, Adam Lambert. My newest pretty boy crush. I know, he’s gay, which sucks for him and me. Star crossed lovers is what we are. He is so completely gorgeous and talented I can’t believe he can’t and won’t ever be in the running. How can a straight woman have a crush on a gay man? Don’t know.
In a life like mine a little fantasy is a harmless outlet. Sex, drugs and alcohol have their merits, but having a harmless crush on someone can be quite therapeutic. They don’t demand anything from you, you can deny them when you are not in the mood and when you have moved on you don’t have to break the news to them. In fact you can be quite cruel which in itself can be freeing and satisfying. There is no splitting of the assets, the children or the pets. It’s a perfect arrangement.
There is the little thing that they don’t know you exist. I realize that, but in my case a handshake will do.