I'm in love with a late night television show host. It's Craig Ferguson and he's a Scot and he talks funny. He was just now featured on my favorite CBS Sunday Morning news show. Sadly, the narrator of the story proclaimed that Craig grew up in GlasCOW. In spite of the typical and horrible pronunciation, the news story only cemented my love for Craig. I learned this morning that he's a recovering alcoholic and has had two failed marriages and I'm even more sure that he'd like to meet and be with me. I was also happy to learn that his show is doing quite well and that CBS is thrilled with his growing ratings. I worry about these things when I stay up until all hours drooling over the latest of late night talk show hosts. The last crush was on Craig Kilborn. Funny, I know, the two Craigs were hosts of the same show.
I live here in the super safe place of single motherhood. I only go in public with my boys and occasionally some of my male friends. I fall deeply in love with people on television. I wouldn't want to deal with a painful real life episode of having a relationship with an available person.