Remember this post about my daughter? Yeah, the one right before this one.
Well… I did something that maybe I shouldn’t have done, but it’s too late now. There’s no going back.
That bit about giving her what she wants because I feel like I need to buy her love? That’s a bad idea, right? Right. Yet I got her something she really wanted.
The thing is—full disclosure—I wanted it, too. It was most definitely also for me. Maybe it even was more for me.
And here is where I confess my secret, age-inappropriate pop star crush.
Yeah, that’s right. We’re going to see Shawn Mendes.
(Yes, I blocked out the specifics. I wouldn’t want anyone to stalk me. Paranoid, you ask? Yes, I am!)
Part of the reason I have a soft spot for this guy is his openness about mental health. He has not been afraid or ashamed to speak out about his own struggles with anxiety as well as mental health issues in general. It is something I relate to no matter how old (young) he is. Besides, if you actually believe that I’m 29, there’s nothing inappropriate going on here. (Let’s forget, for a moment, that I have a 16.75 year old son as that would make 29 a blatant lie.)
It’s been a while since I’ve last been to a show. Not because of the pandemic. I just haven’t been. When did concert tickets get so ridiculously pricy? The first few rows are, like, $500 per ticket or something crazy like that. So, obviously, I didn’t get the best available seats because it would have been over $1000 for the two of us. I may make a lot of bad decisions, but…
At least these guys are age-appropriate for me.
p.s. — I’ve been holding on to this secret crush for a while. Don’t worry. I didn’t have a crush until a couple of years ago—when he was fully a man, not a boy. See? There’s nothing wrong with me. Nope. Nothing at all.