He's Dreamy

Goodness gracious. Opinions on Twilight are vastly different from one person to the next. Just to be clear, the reason I loved them is because of the sappiness. Granted, there may be more sappy love stories out there, I just haven't read them. (And sometimes when you guys compare things to Jane Austen and such, I go all blank because I've never read one book that would be considered "classic literature". No really. I haven't. But I tell you what, I could s-c-h-o-o-l you in political thrillers)

So the Twilight Series reminded me of my own personal Edward. You all know him as the DadGuy.

The thing is, when Ms. Meyer is describing Edward? That's DadGuy. To me, he still looks like the same boy I met when I was nineteen. Yes, the years have gone by, yes, life has changed, but my memory of him? Will always be the same.

I remember the first night I met him. He was a total smart alec. He wasn't bending over backwards to talk to me. In fact, he was ignoring me. I was intrigued. And I liked it. (so I have issues. sue me.)

We had the same circle of friends, and even though I noticed him, I was sure he was in no way noticing me back.

My clearest memory of DadGuy happened before I knew he liked me. It was late and we had snuck onto a school campus to go swimming. He was standing on the roof, getting ready to jump in. He took off his shoes, then he emptied his pockets. His back was to me when he took off his shirt and his skin was glowing in the moonlight. When he turned around, it was everything I could do to not stare. He quite literally took my breath away.

At the time, he had been in peak physical condition. He biked everyday, he was working construction (tiling) so he honest to goodness was like a Greek God.

I remember his forearms. Oh. My. Goodness. The way the veins ran down to his strong hands, I could only hope that those hands would be all over me.

(and there were quite a few more thoughts and such, but then this blog might not be rated PG)

What I'm saying is: I married my Edward.

DadGuy is a hopeless romantic. For the love of all that is holy, do you even know how I came to be engaged? It involves secrets, and plane tickets, and a mountain, and a speech, and then the kissing, swoon, can that man kiss...

So when I was reading Twilight, I felt like I was reading my love story. Albeit, not with the whole vampire twist, but I understand the yearning, and the fear, and the butterflies, and the lust, oh boy howdy, the LUST.

That is all.

P.S. Yes, you should be jealous.

Man Crush (or Nothing Too Personal)

I have boyfriends. Even though I'm married. There. I said it.

I don't feel too guilty though. After all, I had boyfriends on my mission, too. We (my companions had them, too!) called them "bifs". They were elders who helped us out, who were our buddies, who played pranks on us so that we could amply return the favor. I even listed all my bifs once in my mish guide. And I still remember all their names today.

I keep a much different list now. It includes this guy:

And this one: And this one:
And sometimes this one too:

As you can see from my list - it includes mostly fictional (albeit sexy) characters. Got that? Characters! (As in they're not real.)

But last week I walked in to work, scanned myself into the keycode protected door, and peeked nonchalantly as I could around the corner to see who my co-worker was talking to.

It was him. The real crush. In the flesh! The one who was parked outside my house one night when M and I drove up. The same night M went up to him and asked him "so what's going on? why are you here?" And my crush replied something fantasticly intelligent like "oh, I got a call on your street. nothing big."

M came back in the house and relayed the conversation to me. I asked "which one is it? is he kinda tall, dark hair, hispanic?" He said "yeah, he looked a little like me, actually." And I said, "oh! that's Officer so and so. He's cute!" M just laughed. A confident kind of laugh, so I'm guessing he's just glad my taste in real men is at least consistent.

Thankfully I don't work with this officer. That day I saw him in the office was the only time I've ever seen him in the office. Mostly I just see him in the newspaper.

Even so, I've decided it's too fine a line to walk to crush on someone that actually exists. So, I publicly admitted to everyone that I think he's cute. And now I'm ignoring the fact that I think so, pretending it was everyone else's idea and hoping it will go away.

Don't mistake me! I don't think there's anything wrong with having a man crush on REAL guys like:

Just so long as those guys are gorgeous and pretty much unattainable. And don't show up at my office or in front of my house!

Who's YOUR man crush??