Wonderful rodonline recently drew my attention to a new media buzzword, the man-crush. This "non-sexual feeling of "giddiness" around another men" is something that I often felt before coming out, and I know that it was shared with me by men way less gay than myself.
As a gay man though, the odd thing from my perspective is the woman-crush, when a woman suddenly floats my boat. It's always a surprise when this happens with a woman, as if my wiring has suddenly gone off-kilter. In the past summer, it only happened once, at a Fischerspooner concert back in June. Maybe it was the Johnny Black, but I suddenly found myself dirty dancing with a twenty-something lovely in the middle of the dance floor. Knowing that nothing would ever come of it and not being the "keep-in-touch" type, the end result was my directing her to a boy that met my approval. Cellphone numbers and names were exchanged, but no call was ever made.
In fact, the contact list of my cell phone reveals a litany of women's names, often met late at night or early in the morning. Most of the names garner little recollection, but all provoked little crushes. A quick scroll down reveals a bevy of beauties who touched me in one way or another:
- Alexandra, who offered to wear a strap on and 'do' both Mister Offender and me outside of the Monster.
- Alice, a butch, but sweet, bartender at a lounge.
- Amy, an over-the-top actress.
- Brett, the real estate heiress who turned out to be a friend-of-a-friend.
- Girl5J, one of the most random entries on my phone and a number I dare not call.
- Jenny, ...wait, this wasn't a crush on my behalf. In fact she entered her name and (973-Jersey)number. Note to self - delete.
- Megan, with a 516 number? Must have met her on Fire Island.
- Roxy, a wonderful Romanian blonde, smoking a cigarette outside of Therapy while her husband was carousing inside.
They were all quick spontaneous crushes. Quick romance shared. Numbers exchanged. Calls never made.
