When people browse through the music on my computer there are many pitstops, usually accompanied by the person giving me attitude and asking "seriously, why do you have this?" Last night was no different, except that it pushed me over the edge into writing a blog about my least known crush. Kenny Rogers. When I was a child I was obsessed with him. Probably in the same way most girls liked Joey McIntyre, or I don't know...Blossom.?. I had a poster book of him. When I say poster book I am not exaggerating. It was quite large. To me Kenny symbolized all about America that was great. Perfectly coifed hair, Men in satin shirts, and skin that glowed like kryptonite exploded into his pores. Kenny was what kept the idyllic days of my youth from creeping into a world where having crushes on men 5 times my age was "weird" and "inappropriate." The crush may have ended, but Islands in a Stream that is what we are will be forever inscribed on my heart.
Hello sap alert. I feel like I am going to yak.
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