Crushed

September 6, 2010

 

How old is too old to have a crush? At the fairly advanced age of 45, I’m still waiting to find out.

My first crushes were the usual neighbourhood boys who seemed not to realise that I existed (fools). I then moved on to a female science teacher, various cool, unattainable older college students, unavailable work colleagues (one of whom featured in a recurring fantasy involving us both getting carried away on a conference room table) and a selection of famous men. For many years my number one crush was Daniel Day Lewis but, alas, he has not aged well.

Once my infatuation with Daniel faded, I was crush-free for a good number of years.

That all changed in 2008 when, thanks to a friend, I attended the Grand National at Aintree as a guest of the sponsors (cheers Nigel). I spotted my future crushee standing at the far side of the crowded hospitality area, gazing slightly moodily into the middle distance. The quintessential tall, dark and handsome stranger. But there was something familiar about him. Where had I seen him before? I slowly realised he was a talented and versatile actor I’d seen in several TV dramas and films. Dredging my memory, I came up with a name – David Morrissey.

David Morrissey, crush victim

I wasn’t 100% sure I had got the name right but, undaunted, I joined his queue next time he went to the betting window. As he turned to leave, I stepped up and asked if his name was indeed David Morrissey. It was (phew) and he politely agreed to sign my racecard.

And that was it. From the moment he directed that intense gaze down at me (he is very tall, and I cannot resist a tall man) I found myself once more in the grip of a ridiculous adolescent crush. He attempted some friendly small talk, enquiring if I’d had any successful bets so far. My response? An inane fixed grin and a muttered, inarticulate answer, delivered while backing away in awe. Impressive.

Since that day I have indulged in the following behaviour:

  • Regularly Googling David Morrissey, with a special emphasis on Google images
  • Once Googling his wife, the writer Esther Freud
  • Making a point of watching any TV programme in which David Morrissey appears
  • Rewatching various clips of David Morrisey several times over (as he emerged from a swimming pool, asked a colleague for casual sex in a police drama, and solicitously enquired whether his red carpet interviewer was cold in her flimsy frock – so thoughtful!)
  • Searching fruitlessly for David Morrissey on Twitter
  • Instantly following David Morrissey as soon as I heard he had joined Twitter
  • Reading David Morrissey’s blog, which has only added fuel to the flames of my crush by demonstrating his self-deprecating wit and charitable nature
  • Engaging in mildly attention seeking behaviour on Twitter in a pathetic attempt to get a response from @davemorrissey64
  • Being stupidly excited on the two occasions that I actually did get a response from @davemorrissey64.

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t live alone with an assortment of cats and a shrine to David Morrissey in my house. I haven’t obsessively tracked down every drama or film he has ever appeared in – I have never watched ‘Blackpool’ or ‘State of Play’, apparently two of his best performances from the pre-crush era. I refrained from using my son as an excuse to watch my hero running around in manly armour in ‘Centurion’ after @davemorrissey64 told me it was “a bit violent” for an eleven year old (the poor man is doing his best to discourage me).

Nonetheless, this is quite unseemly behaviour for a middle aged woman. What do I think is going to happen? That ‘Big Dave’, as a fellow-sufferer on Twitter has dubbed him, will read one of my tweets about him and promptly dash for the next plane to Dublin in order to come and ravish me? Hmm, perhaps not.

What is the matter with me? I have a tall man of my own – my husband is six foot four for goodness sake – and we have been happily married for fourteen years. I suppose that is the key to understanding the middle aged crush. The youthful thrills of fancying boys and anticipating first dates are now so many years in the past and as they say, I’m married, not dead.

I don’t know if David Morrissey will be my last crush before I give it up for good. But as he has starring roles in two upcoming drama series (‘South Riding’ and ‘Thorne’) I reckon I’m destined to continue rewinding his best bits and benevolently stalking him on Twitter for another while yet.

 Sorry Dave.

(Photo courtesy Paul Cantrell)

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9 Responses to “Crushed”

  1. Catherine O'Mahony said

    You are never too old for em.
    I will take your David Morrissey and raise you Sting, Pierce Brosnan (yes, even in Mamma Mia), Paul Weller (yes, even with the stupid hair-do). And may I say, Daniel Day Lewis has NOT aged badly. Would suggest your carry-on on Twitter is excessive, but must defend your right to crush away:)

  2. Cath said

    There are some problematic issues with Sting eg Trudie, also tantric sex and acute case of taking-oneself-too-seriously. Still … if he could be persuaded to shut up and just look pretty … and perhaps sing a little song? No?

  3. 9ia said

    oh i have crushes on both genders all the time. and i don’t think you’re ever EVER too old to be crushing on people. 😉

  4. Lilly said

    Oh, it could be worse…you could find yourself inexplicably running a fan forum devoted to Mr. Morrissey–largely in an attempt to puzzle out exactly why he has had such a curiously disproportionate effect on you (yes, middle-aged hormones definitely come into play here)–and then discover an online description that comes uncomfortably close to yourself (all right, I don’t live alone and there’s no shrine, but I do have cats).

    Oh, and did I mention having become a gigantic Liverpool fan too? Trust me, when it comes to feeling ridiculous, you’ve not only got plenty of company, but quite a ways to go before you hit comparable levels of fangirly psychosis–trust me on this. 😉

  5. Aoife Barry said

    I definitely think you’re never too old to crush on people!
    Of course, if they’re famous it’s all the more delicious because it’s not ‘real’ and you can indulge your secret stalker tendencies thanks to google!
    I’d draw the line at doing any real stalker stuff of course, but I do enjoy googling ‘James Franco’ now and then just to ogle his pictures.
    And on that note…

  6. […] last week on TV, despite the fact that it featured David Morrissey (I have blogged before about my embarrassing crush on him). I greeted a man with whom I had arranged a meeting with a blank stare when he arrived at my […]

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