Crush



The August Break prompt for today is CRUSH.

Oh boy.
This has me stumped.

It's been so long since I've crushed on anyone,
I barely remember what it was like.

So okay.
I do know that when I was a sweet young thing,
I was a Paul girl.
As in Beatles Paul.
McCartney.

Photo from Ranker.com

I wasn't ga-ga over him, you understand.
Didn't fantasize over being his wife
or running away to join the Beatles circus.

But I did think he was pretty darn cute.

I didn't see him live and in person when I was young,
but I saw him in concert a few years ago
when I was a woman of a certain age
and he was a gentleman some years older.

Unlike what probably would have happened
had I seen him when we were both young,
I didn't scream or swoon.

But I'll admit I was in nostalgia heaven.
I'm still a Paul girl. 

Comments

Janet said…
I was a Paul girl too and we saw him several years ago in San Francisco. He still has that twinkle in his eye for sure. Great post.
August 5, 2018 at 8:56 AM
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