OK, I'm sixty-two. I'll be drawing social security next month. But I still have my "crushes":
Dear Lord, what's wrong with me? I remember my mom having a huge crush on a local weatherman that everyone knows is gay. ACKKKKK!!!! I'm becoming my mother! None of mine are gay, but I can find no real reason why I love them. (I do have a gay friend, however; but hey, Toonguy... I don't have a crush on you... honest!)
I'm so embarrassed.