Thursday, September 17, 2009

A Girl Can Dream






My taste in guys has always been a bit on the terrifying side. It all started when I was a baby. My parents gave me a book on museum art to learn about color and shapes. You know, to enrich me. Well this may not have been their initial purpose, but I fell madly in love with the boys in this painting.

I loved these people.

Did I mention that the last page of the book was partially eaten? Yeah, I was already weird at book chewing age. Well a relative of mine gave my mom some dishes. My mom put them in a box to save them for when I was older. When she told me about this I grabbed a writing utensil and got to work. I drew myself and Pugsley from the Addams Family on the box. I guess I envisioned our future marriage, and getting the dishes out to serve severed hands to my Mother-in-Law Morticia.



I was romantically interested in him.

Then came a string of historically significant boyfriends. First I liked Christopher Columbus. Only because he was really cute on my Carmen Sandiego computer game. Then I liked Johannes Gutenberg, of the printing press fame. Then one night in Kindergatrten I woke my parents up because I had to talk about Cosmonaut Cutie, Yuri Gargarin. The next day when my mom was dropping me off at school she approached the teacher.
"Lulu might be a little tired today, she was up late last night talking all about Yuri Gargarin."
"Would she like to talk to the class about him?" my teacher asked.
This is actually the best response I could have hoped for. I am so glad I went to a Montessori.



I liked somebody who had two beards.

I'm glad to report that the tradition of weirder crushes continues. I've mostly moved on to political pundits. Around 94% of MSNBC's on air talent is referred to as my boyfriend. Peanut wasn't spared the weird either. On a recent trip to Washington D.C. we took a tour of the capital building. My brother only spoke up twice. Once to ask if Nancy Peolosi was in the building. The second time to ask where her office was and if we could go in.




Not that I'm in any position to judge, but really?

I guess while my peers are doodling "Mrs. Zac Effron" on their notebooks, I'm just watching C-SPAN and sighing.




4 comments:

Linda Crispell said...

...and you are doodling Mrs. Richard Milhous Nixon.

godsgirl68 said...

I can't relate. Maybe it has something to do with my IQ level as opposed to yours (or my lack of one). Everyone knows dumb girls go for looks. Now I know what smart girls go for!

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

Ah, I was 12 and had a massive crush on Wally Cleaver from Leave it to Beaver--that HAIR! Nevermind that he was now a much older man. And then I pined for Jason Bateman while my peers drooled over Rick Schroeder. And then while my mates joined the Jon Bon Jovi fan club whilst I was in high school and college, I was smitten with Miles Davis. Totally relating to your post.

Saucy said...

My former love interests have been The Great Gonzo, Keith Morrison (he is a Canadian anchor, the step father of famous Friend Matthew Perry), and now, sister, sorry, but I'm going to have to leg wrestle you for Mr. Olbermann.