Crush Crush Pass: Lust is a Drug

There’s a new R&B singer on the scene – let’s call him J. – who’s got the most silken, sexy singing voice I’ve heard in while. Not to mention a smile that would make Beyoncé blush. Anyway, I had to go over to the record label and interview him, after which I would stick around for his performance. I already had a crush going in there, so I prepped myself. I tried not to think about how I want his current single to play background to my next great love scene (not holding my breath for that one).

Yes, I did have something form-fitting on with sky-high stilettos, but I’m only human. I still refrained from giggling as much as I wanted to. And I didn’t use any affectionate names either (I think “sweetheart” may have slipped out once. What? Once!). However, in the middle of the interview as we were discussing his admiration of Marvin Gaye, I asked him if he would sing a couple of lines for me from a favorite Marvin Gaye song…which just so happened to be “Let’s Get it On.”

He gladly obliged. So his publicist left the conference room for a phone call and there we sat, me and my new object of lust. It was dusk and the sun was sinking into the Midtown skyline behind him. And then he sang to me.

‘I’ve been really tryin’ baby / Trying to fight these feelings for so long / And if you feel, like I feel baby / Come on…Oooooh come one / Let’s get it on….’

His voice was like honey. Damn, I wish I could attach the clip of him singing onto this blog from my voice recorder. For just a few seconds, I let myself make eye contact. I let myself fall into this place I haven’t visited in so long. I let someone seduce me, and I didn’t even have to worry about what it would do to me later. Because for pete’s sake, it was this random R&B singer. I was probably never going to run into him again.

So after he was done, I thanked him and swam out of the puddle of drool I made on the floor. He smiled at me and told me it was his pleasure. Pleasure doesn’t even begin to describe it. Later, on my way home, I listened to his song on my iPod and let myself crush hard. It was wonderful. I wondered if a crush was really about a man at all, because this wasn’t. It was just about letting myself be 16 again before things got serious. Before euphoria came with consequences.