My first #ManCrushMonday post. To make up for not participating for so long, I’m posting my most significant crushes over the years.
Anyone here on your list? What’s yours?
#ManCrushMonday Over the Years
The heart of my 11 year-old self belonged to Kris Kross. I remember begging my mom for a framed poster (just like this one, if not this one) and crying for joy when she relented and bought it for me.
And then there was Full House’s Uncle Jesse (the always handsome John Stamos). My older man phase. Uncle Jesse singing. *faints* Uncle Jesse singing the love song he wrote for Becky on their wedding day. *double faints*
Fredro Starr as Quinton ‘Q’ Brooks on Moesha was everything my teenage heart could ever imagine wanting in a man: bad boy with a “romantic” streak. Psst…come close and I’ll tell you a secret. Are you here yet? Closer. Okay. *whispers* I still black-girl blush when watching re-runs of Q calling Mo ‘shortie’ – his nickname for her. All that NY attitude.
A high school crush on an older man. No explanation needed with those dimples.
Of course I would fall for the most mature Backstreet Boy. Oh, Kevin Richardson, what you used to do to me. *sigh* I had it bad for him. I thought we’d be married. No, really, I did.
The crushes didn’t always make sense. Allen Iverson was a bad boy with b-ball skills. He reminded me of my real life high school crush.
How did I love thee? Let me count the ways. Still mending my broken heart. Matthew, I loved you! I would have been your wife. Why did you marry her?
We’ve since broken up but D-Wade and I had a longstanding relationship in my head. For good reason. Look at him. And his skills. Whipped cream on my sundae.
This one is hard for others to understand but that’s okay with me. I’m tired of hiding my feelings for him.
I enjoyed taking this trip down memory lane on Day 10 of NaBloPoMo.