Your dad and I have been together for almost two decades, but it was only recently that he finally confessed on the matter of his celebrity crush.
I know: ewwwwww, yuck, stop!!!
Hear me out.
By the time you read this, you will each have fond memories of your own rock star crushes, and maybe you'll have some great stories about seeing them for the first time.
This is one of those stories.
Because I love your dad, and his happiness is so important to me, I bought him tickets to see the rock star he has always wanted to see (due in part to the aforementioned crush).
Besides the fact we are on a one-year journey of concerts, I was ready.
Here's when my advice sneaks into the story. Hold your eyerolls, please.
Despite my lighthearted prodding over the years, I haven't really wanted to know who Dad was attracted to—because I didn't think I would like how it made me feel.
There's no reason I should have felt that way, but this is a space of truthtelling, and that's my truth.
I'll never play a guitar or sing into a microphone. And I know those talents are a huge part of your dad's identity. And, truth be told again, it's one of the reasons I'm so attracted to him.
Even though he makes me feel more beautiful than anyone ever has before, I still have my moments of doubt. I still have days that I feel like the girl in high school who kept her eyes turned towards the floor.
But because of him, and because of you, I have never been more aware of my beauty and worth.
Promise me you'll do your best, especially in the moments when you feel like you should be more like him/her. Don't be.
There's a lot of mystery when it comes to why we are attracted to another person, but, guys, that mystery is one of the best parts of love.
You can walk on opposite sides of the street, and along the way collect your stories, your dreams, your hopes, and, yes, even your crushes. And when you find someone you can't wait to share them with, you'll know you're with the right one.
Last night, I found myself standing in a crowd of hardcore fans at a Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs show. By definition, they are edgy post-punk, dance floor-friendly racket makers. Loud. Screechy. Cool.
I listen to a lot of folk music and melancholy ballads. Quiet. Mellow. Square.
The lead singer, Karen O, is attractive, no doubt. She can sing and headbang and look incredibly sexy while doing it. She does things with microphones that made me blush.
When your dad rushed into the thrashing mosh pit for the encore, I clung to the fence and waited.
He came back to me, flushed and happy. I reached for his hand and he held it as we made our way through the dispersing crowd.
It was an unforgettable night, but each of us had our own reasons for feeling that way about it.
And that's what makes a good couple great. Remember that, won't you?