Crush Crush Pass: Lust is a Drug

I think my very single status has allowed me to take crushes to the next level. I seriously get too extra with it these days. Normal women have normal crushes. They gaze at a cute cop for a few seconds too long; they might even wink at a model-like waiter or two. Hey – if you’re single, why not? The friskier, the better, I always say.

For a long while after I broke up with Andre, I avoided crushes at all costs. They were self-explanatory to me – I would just end up crushed. Even my gym boyfriend lost his shine because he just doesn’t pay me any mind. In order to spare my ego, I have created a list.

Top 5 Reasons My Gym Boyfriend Isn’t Into Me:

1. I look how people are supposed to look at the gym: Sweaty, frumpy and a little confused.
2. He thinks I’m underage and doesn’t want to get arrested (I have chubby baby cheeks that make me look young).
3. He is married or has a girlfriend.
4. He is gay.
5. He is really into fitness and thinks I work out wrong and it turns him horribly off.

So I think it’s over between him and I. It’s fine though, because Inappropriate Crush #2 unfolded last week and this one’s a hum-dinger (yes, I said it). As a music journalist, I cover events and interview artists on a regular basis and pride myself in keeping my professionalism even if I’m a fan. However, I came very, very close to the edge last week.