in light of motley crew performing just miles from my home last night, i simply had to create this post. some of you may be surprised, but some of you won't even bat an eye. like i always say, the purpose of this blog is to share me, PAST, present and future. so here my friends is a little something/confession from yours truly...
i love loved tommy lee.
like i loooooved tommy lee. anyone who knows me, knows that i always had a thing for the more rougher-type-a fellow. i've been known to have a thang in the past for suitors with tattoos, lots of tattoos. guys with an edge that always look dirty, not unsanitary, but diiirrrtay. i'd appreciate a loud bike, a five o'clock shadow, and a blue collar way. much to my parents dismay, their only daughter had always been this way. and who else could define such a man but tommy lee. ahhhhh. gross. love.
i loved the idea of tommy lee, but have never had the opportunity to meet or see tommy lee in person (so if he was really old looking and icky the other night, don't ruin it for me). the closest i ever came was a rendezvous years ago with c.c. deville. true story, swear. for those of you in your right mind, who aren't lovers of the rock n roll type, c.c is the lead guitarist for the band Poison. We shared our brief moment. we had "nothin' but a good time", and he defiantly gave me "somethin to believe in" (oh-no-i-did-nt, ba ha ha ha). it was the stuff dreams about scuzzy rock guitar playas are made of. and that was that. see, my 20's didn't totally suck. but the truth is, c.c. is not tommy lee. meh. sorry.
i learned the hard way that these aren't the kind of "gentlemen" one should ever try to build a life with. i mean, really, its a lifestyle--not just a look. and turns out that lifestyle is no good for this type A, shower lovin gal. but still, was so so exciting in my mind for a long...long time.
thank GOD i grew up, and out of this stupid "phase". i had to shelf tommy (and all other dirty birds for that matter). i began to really figure out who I am, and naturally refined my taste. I genuinely do now appreciate an clean, kind, smart, safe, witty, successful man (aka my husband). and, i got a new famous man crush. nigel barker. i know, random, but i have loved him for years. something about how he carries himself, how he speaks to people, oh and duh, he's no ugly bug.
ya gotta admit,
they kinda....sorta.... you know... :-). no???
