Catnapped and Doggone
There’s a reason they call them crushes, I suppose. For Sara, with a sexy, often absent, husband, the idea that she would fantasize about anyone except Connor when he’s so yummy is a bit hard to fathom. And yet…if a girl can’t at least look, she’s probably dead. So, Sara has her list of celebrity-it-doesn’t-matter-if-I’m-married-I’m going there. It’s not alphabetical or multiple volumes but, well, thoughts are still free, right.
Let’s start with the accents. There’s something so sexy about a man with a lilt to his tone or an intonation that is music to the ears. And those posh, upperclass British public schools send their charges into the world with the great voices quoting Shakespeare. Who could resist? Sara wouldn’t even to try resisting MI-5’s enigmatic Lucas North, aka Richard Armitage. Not only does he have all the sneaky skills of the trained spy (many of which he shares with the true Red White and Blue Connor), he has the rule breaking, been interrogated by the Russian mob and lived to tell the tale bad ass he exhibited in Robin Hood as Guy of Gisborne. Tall, dark, brooding. He’s a modern day Heathcliff and can’t Sara be forgiven for setting her TIVO while Connor is away so she can dream sweet dreams?
Next on the list of bad for her but irresistible is con man turned FBI “consultant” Neal Caffrey, aka Matt Bomer. Now normally Sara wouldn’t have her head turned by a slick suit and a pork pie hat. Okay, maybe her head would turn but only because she lives in Seattle and anyone wearing shoes, much less shined shoes, tends to stand out among the Birkenstocks. I suppose I agree with a blog Josh wrote a couple of weeks ago, the smooth swindler is irresistible. You never know what he’s up to. Sara would have to watch him every minute. Eye to eye, all her energy poured into reading his mind and reaching deep into his naughty little soul. Oh yeah, she’d be a goner.
Sara’s last crush is less obvious. Not a bad boy or a world class spy. If he has a dark side, he mostly keeps it to himself. It’s Anderson Cooper. Even if he didn’t win Celebrity Jeopardy he is, like my friend Spurr likes to say, wicked smart. And he smirks. A lot. You can always tell when he thinks something is not important in a world full of genuine issues. He is a little sappy, especially when it comes to his close to the heart events like Hurricane Katrina or the BP oil spill, and a little of that goes a long way from Sara’s perspective but it does show a heart. A conscience. With that fast mind, Anderson Cooper hits the trifecta. Imagine the great-not-in-bed-or-jail conversations. Pretty darn attractive. So, yeah, Sara, who never has really gotten a chance to play with the smart kids, has had to convince the world that she has what it takes every day, would relish a relationship where the brain waves felt like they were crashing on a Maui beach. Nirvana. So crushing on AC, well, it’s to be expected, tolerated and encouraged unless she’s talking to her husband in which case she should pass off her obsession with CNN to a commitment to world events. That’s a good thing, right?
Crushes are fun. Have one. Thanks for reading.