Crrrush

I thought I may as well start a new blog as I mean to go on, which more than likely means "whittering on" about the trivial things in life of huge significance to me at this current moment in time.

Would this be to do with work, love, money, or any of the usual steretypical 'big issues'? Uh, no. All that's occupying my mind at the moment is my latest celebrity crush (see the right of the page).

Now, spending all my spare time (and some time that really isn't spare and should be usefully occupied pondering work issues, or conversing with my fiance, to throw a few examples out there) fantasising about a man I will more than likely never meet, never mind snog, marry and live happily ever after with, would be all well and good if I was 13 years old with braces, a tendancy to blush cripplingly when talking to boys and an A4 ring binder with "I Love David Tennant" tipp-exed all over it. But at 23 years old I am none of the above. I am tragic.

I've always been a bit of a romantic soul. I know this because my keyboard teacher, when I was 8 years old, announced to the class that I was one such creature when I didn't want to play When the Saints go Marching In or Jack the Knife but insisted on persistently practising all the A minor tunes, like Fleur de Lise and Greensleaves. I attribute my consistent string of not so much celebrity crushes as celebrity obsessions for as long as I can remember to this leaning towards all things romantic.

The first celebrity crush I can remember is Robbie Williams, back when Take That first started. My best friend Sheena and I used to have sleepovers where we would go through our Take That magazines and argue about which photos he looked best in. From those humble beginnings my crushes continued through my teenage years (Shane from Westlife, David Boreanaz from Angel and Buffy, several long-haired, hairy-chested WWE wrestlers) to Richard Armitage whilst in uni (North and South, cravats, mmmmm), Gerard Butler in anything he's ever done, but especially when he has no clothes on, and now The Who himself, DT.

Boyfriends, hell, fiances, never inspire as much infatuation as my crushes. And no, I'm not a weirdo hermit who can't interact with 2 dimensional people, but do in fact have 2 degrees, a career, a relationship, and a 3 week driving holiday across the US in October to enjoy in my fully-rounded real-life life.

So why 23 years old and still crushing on unattainable males? A mystery. Will I ever grow out of it? God, I hope not.

Mmm, David Tennant ...