Oh, Lola. Oh, Christie. Why? Why, why, why did you point me to Barack Obama's Flickr account?
Honestly, all along I could see some passing handsome in him, but I didn't get what chicks (and dudes!) were digging so much. By the time I freed myself from the hypnotized state of adoration the Flickr photos put me under, I wanted to superimpose myself over Michelle.
I mean, come on, in tense moments the man finds comfort in holding hands with his mother-in-law. Are you kidding me? Is there a higher rung of sweetness to which a guy can climb? I think not.
I could have emerged with just a deeper sense of pride and admiration, but I had to go and read Obama's darned about page, which left me laboring under a cloud of romantic delusion. We have the same favorite book, Song of Solomon (look! it's first on my list too!), and he hearts writing and so does I, and Casablanca is his favorite movie. (Okay, it's not mine, but I like it enough to fake it.)
I didn't know what a goner I was until I saw the disclaimer: "I'm Male and Taken."
The one person I've been more excited about than Obama is Michelle. As her BFF, it's so wrong of me to be crushing on her man, but he needs to stop flaunting himself in front of me like this.
Surely this affliction will wear off, as long as I stay away from Flickr, which is going to be hard because I followed Christie's lead and cold friended the POTUS-elect.