First crushes, Eddie Vedder edition

Reading my junior high diary reminded me of some of the boys and men I had crushes on back in the nineties. Mostly boys. And then there was a man - Eddie Vedder.

Today this crush endures. Behold my dream man as he is today, 12-12-12, during the Sandy relief benefit:

singing Comfortably Numb with Pink Floyd, like any superpower might do

I wonder if Eddie's virtual presence in my life is what cemented my thing for men with long hair. While we're on that train, soulful eyes and killer cheekbones don't hurt either. I sometimes think about Eddie's wife and kids and wonder what they know... what's this man like? I have a friend who met him at a wedding and he reported that Eddie was "like a small, old, poet". That sounds about right. My crush is not on Eddie Vedder - how could it be? It's on a man with a microphone. A man with a baritone that makes my knees weak. A small, old, poet.

If I ever have the luck of meeting him in person I hope I can remember to say just one thing to him -- Thank you. Thanks for enriching my life. To offer something in return I'll probably ask him if he has any questions about the periodic table.