I have my crush objects. You know, the blessed ones who possess the allure and spirit to strike my chord and strum my heartstrings. Most of them are unattainable–as in, they’re A-list names in the field they play in, be it sports or Hollywood. But I also have those rare “normal people” crushes; for me–and maybe it’s because I don’t go out to, say, clubs or parties as much as I used to–I haven’t spotted that special face (who just also happens to be an “average” Joe or Jane) that had me fall for them. (Hell, maybe it’s also because I sometimes stubbornly stick to my standards; I’m not gonna fall for that shrimp that buys me a drink at the bar. Why? Because he’s short! And I’m not too desperate for the dick.)
Despite the entry title, I don’t really love my crush objects, in that same way some love-sick teenagers do with theirs. I just can’t bring myself to love anyone who I don’t know personally. And I don’t want to get too attached to a guy who doesn’t even know I exist who will eventually get married to someone the complete opposite of me (you know, some skinny, tall, basic blonde who I bet is dead fish in bed–how a guy slips into a girl like that and feel like a man is beyond me). I call that moment “The Inevitable”. But until that happens, the fire for my current male crushes continues on, albeit with some caution. (Oddly enough, I take my female crushes more lightly than my male ones. I’ll let you play love psychologist on that.) Yet when it comes to my crushes, I have no reservations in letting you know some of them. Any day is a good day to “crush” on, and, since it’s summer, a list of my former and current crush objects I happened to fall for in the summer. Take that jump!