Ok, so I get a wee bit manhungry when I get to about the 6 month mark of singledom. Right now I'm at...well, a lot more than six months.
I didn't realize there's a celebrity crush etiquette. I mean, I think it's silly in general to lust after people you'll never likely meet in real life anyway, not to mention who wouldn't give most of us a second look. But when a few girlfriends and I were discussing celebrity crushes, I was informed that I should be *embarrassed* by my inexplicable affection for certain stars. Like, say, Mark Wahlberg. Or the oft-mocked Keanu Reeves. (That's right, Keanu - smooches from Chattanooga!)
I'll admit, though, that with regards to real-life men, my crushes tend to sway in the direction of Hugh Laurie and Shemar Moore (my latest tv crush) - I do love me a wickedly smart and arrogant man. That's right. The Poetess suffers from the NerdLove. (Much to her detriment - how many women do you know whose company have been turned down by a guy who preferred to spend the evening with his NightElf character?)
So, yes, I love that Russell Crowe not only looks scrumptious, but also like the sort of guy I'd like to have my back in a fight in a divey irish bar. And I refuse to hide my scathing derision for prettyboys like Clive Owen and Brad Pitt. Meh, I say. Meh. Plus, it's better to prefer slightly unpopular celebs. I figure it gives me that much more of a shot, since I'm competing with fewer women for their attention, right?
And in a vain attempt to make this post somewhat address writing, I will report that I've submitted my first CNF piece ever to Copper Nickel for their "Women Writing the West" issue due out in October. I expect them to add to my lovely list of rejections I've received this month, but that's okay. I was just proud to bust my CNF cherry. Now if only Shemar Moore or Hugh Laurie would ask me to lunch or dinner to celebrate...