Secret Crush October 29, 2007

I need some excitement in my life. I need a man. A boyfriend would be nice. Someone with whom I could curl up in bed right now. Someone who would tickle the sole of my feet and whisper sweet nothings to me from under the covers.
 
Wishful thinking (sigh).
  
I do have a new secret crush, though. A celebrity. He reminds me of someone I was head over heels in love with once upon a time, an old friend of mine who looked just like him.
 
The celebrity I am hopelessly crushing on like a teenage girl has boyish good looks. Sometimes during the day, and every night before I fall asleep, I imagine I’m looking into his dreamy blue eyes and he’s talking to me with that irresistible little smirk of his that makes me melt, melt, melt, like chocolate in the warm palm of a hand. I love the sound of his voice. In it there isn’t a trace of nasal flatness, but only soft, seductive raspiness like sexy blues music. I have yet to meet an American, who isn’t an actor, with that rare kind of voice. I could fall in love with a man by the mere sound of his voice, especially if he knew how to use it to speak beautiful words.
 
Daydreaming about my crush makes me feel so fuzzy inside. I can’t recall the last time I ever felt like this. Though it may seem silly to desire someone whom I’ll never meet, I don’t really care. I just want to have someone to think about again, someone to smile about, someone to talk to in secret when I need to be loved. And above all, someone I can have all to myself in my heart and in my dreams forever and ever (until the next crush replaces him).