Crushing

I’m about to admit my pedophile crush.

I was driving home from work today, and this kid came on:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXUSaVw3Mvk

And you had better believe my radio was turned up and I was singing my heart out right along with him.

I don’t exactly swoon for Justin Bieber, because that would be weird (me having almost 11 years on him – and him not yet being legal) but if I were in junior high? Justin Bieber would be plastered to my walls.

I’m sorry, the kid is adorable.

And as I was listening to his equally adorable (and annoyingly catchy) words, I was thinking to myself that I would love to have a 14 year old crush right now. No, not a crush on a 14 year old (again – that would be weird!) but the kind of crush you have when you’re 14. You know, the kind of crush where it almost seems like anything could be possible. The kind of crush that doesn’t involve future baby daddies, or true commitment, or bills and headaches and medical concerns.

The kind of crush that relies on the magic of what love should be and leaves out all of the other scary implications.

That kind of crush would be perfect for me right now. I want to feel those butterflies. I want to pretend for two seconds that life and love isn’t as complicated as it really is.

I want to go out and find myself an age appropriate Justin Bieber to crush on.

And this weekend might just be the perfect time to do it.