I Need to Admit My Crush

It started out as a second glance - years ago. It turned into a craze. I have a crush. I have the kind of crush, at 30, that I thought I was over when I had my last crush at age 17 or so. I've been feeling guilty about it for a while, so my confession today is purely selfish in the attempts to rid myself of the guilt - not the crush.
I have a crush on Bon Jovi. I was flipping through the 100+ channels on our satellite TV and found nothing that grabbed my interest...until American Idol. I don't watch American Idol, at least, not anymore. I gave up and decided to protest the broadcasts when Chris Daughtry was booted off and that jack-ass Taylor Hicks won the competition last year. After that fiasco I vowed no more Idol for this chick.
I was proven wrong. Earlier this week I could not turn away. There he was, preforming his new hit "(You Want To) Make A Memory" - which strikes a very deep chord in me for some reason - and I was mesmerized. I admit, I almost started to cry. sniff.
Bon Jovi is hot. At 45 he's still all that. I think it's a combination of the hair, the smile, the eyes...I admit my crush. If Bon Jovi ever came to Kamloops you can bet I'd be at the concert.