Let me start by saying that I’m not the only one. I know at least two others who feel the same way as I do. My esthetician and the receptionist at the salon I go to both agree. Tom Petty is hot.

I know what you’re thinking. I realize he’s not the obvious choice for my celebrity crush. He’s got decades on me. And he’s not really what you’d call traditionally good looking. But there’s just something about him.

Sure, his music is amazing. I could listen to “Yer So Bad” on repeat for hours and never get sick of it. But it’s not just that. There are a lot of musicians whose music I love listening to that I don’t have crushes on.  (And lots of of skinny 61-year-old white dudes I’m not attracted to, in case you’re thinking the explanation is just that he’s my type).

Probably the closest I can get to explaining it is to simply say that for me, he has a certain quality I’m drawn to. He smiles and I can’t help but want to smile too.

I’ve been thinking a lot about what attracts people to each other lately. This is the kindof thing you obsess over when it’s been nine years since you last dated, and you’re finally feeling ready to start listening to everyone who has been telling you it’s time to start again.

So where does Tom Petty come in?

Well, here’s the thing. Clive Owen, George Clooney, Brad Pitt  probably nine out of ten women would pick one of them or someone similar over Tom Petty for a celebrity crush. But then there’s me. And my two co-crushers.

Flipping that on it’s head, I’m not exactly feeling like an obvious choice to play the role of someone’s crush these days. Having talked to others who’ve experienced the end of a long-term relationship, I hear that’s fairly normal.

I know I’m gonna have to get over this if I’m gonna start dating again.  I also know myself well enough to realize that getting to the place where I think I’m an obvious choice is probably a bit of a stretch.  At least at the outset.  But here’s what I think I can manage.  I think I can manage to convince myself we are all somebody’s Tom Petty.

Postscript: why she keeps writing

I’ve been kinda on the fence about whether to keep blogging now that my 12 week journey is over.  Not surprisingly, the friend who originally talked me into starting a blog is the one who convinced me to keep posting.  As she pointed out, as long as I’m enjoying it, why not?  My hesitation has been that I’m not sure if what I have to share will be all that interesting to y’all now that I no longer have adventures to blog about.  To help me get over this, I’ve decided to (a) stop tracking my hits and (b) realize that even if it’s only me and a few friends / web wanderers that get something out of this, well, no harm no foul.  

Should also note that in response to a few readers who’ve indicated they’ve had trouble commenting, I’ve attempted to update my settings so you don’t have to have a google account to comment.  You should be able to select the “Name” option, which I don’t think requires a password.  Oh, and please also know that comments are welcome.  Can’t speak for all bloggers, but I like getting feedback.  Even if it’s to tell me that you think my Tom Petty crush is weird : )              

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