Crush

I love loving. Perhaps that’s why I have crushes. It is one of those peculiar afflictions that is both exhilarating yet embarrassing at the same time. I have often wondered why I do it: am I a romantic? a fantasist? Perhaps. Whatever the reason, there is nothing I can do about it.

And before I go any further, I have to say that I am totally in love with my husband. It is not as though I am looking for love. A crush is something different. It is a worshipping from afar. It is a one-sided flirtation, perhaps.

The object of my devotion can seem random to anyone who is unfamiliar with the strange workings of my mind. Here is the scenario. Someone comes along who catches my attention – something about them sends my heart a flutter, or my brain a ticking – and I am smitten. It can be a physical attraction, but is usually not. And then I become a one-track record. I will talk about my latest crush at any opportunity. I will Google them, read about them – but have drawn the line at stalking.

Though usually male, my crush gene is not restricted to mere gender and I have had several crushes on women. One of them is Oprah – I’m simply in love with her. What more can I say?

Can you relate? Do you ‘suffer’ from crushes? Although it’s not really suffering, is it? It’s quite fun really. So many people in this beautiful world, so many wonderful beings to fall in love with. Let yourself fall.

First crush: William Shatner. The Star Trek days – the wrestling scenes ;o)

Enduring crush: John Stewart (The Daily Show) – I ADORE him.

Passing crush: Dr Mark Quigley (Christchurch earthquake geologist) – I fell into crushdom with him when he expertly and masterfully refuted the Moon man’s predictions. This crush is fading now… though I will always have a soft spot.

Strangest crush: William Hurt – I can’t see it now, but I had a HUGE crush on him a few years back.

Who do you have a crush on? Go on, ‘fess up. You’ll feel better! ;o)