Most marriages seem to have an unwritten rule where a partner can have an open, slightly comical celebrity crush on some random stranger who appears occasionally in the media. And when I say “most marriages,” I mean “my marriage.” And when I say “a partner” what I mean is “my wife.”

That’s right. Wife has a powerful celebrity crush. She’s had it for many years..

Needless to say…

Did you get that? You should have. I didn’t even need to say it. It was needless to say.

(FYI, what is up with that phrase???  “Needless to say” = accuracy FAIL.)

Okay, the thing that was needless to say, but that was actually needful to say because, as it turns out, you can’t read minds, is I am maybe just a little bit insecure and I have a slight issue with Wife’s celebrity crush.

One might assume that this was because her celebrity crush was some stallion-like super-hero of attractiveness that makes me insecure because of his sheer awesomeness..

This would be inaccurate.

Wanna know why her celebrity crush unsettles me a little and makes me wonder just a smidge about who I am as a person, a man, and a member of an ethnic group?

Here. Take a gander:

MELBOURNE, AUSTRALIA - OCTOBER 02: Lionel Richie performs during the Collingwood Magpies AFL Grand Final celebrations at AAMI Park on October 2, 2010 in Melbourne, Australia. (Photo by Scott Barbour/Getty Images)
 
                                                   Lionel Richie

This turtle-neck-wearing, crooning freak has stolen my wife’s heart, and I don’t know how to get it back, nor what to do with my self-respect knowing that I’m competing with a 60-year-old black man who looks like a mix between Geordi on Startreck and Julia Roberts.

Knowing this is the kind of man the most carnal parts of my spouse desires compels me to do a mental check-list comparing our features and attributes which always propels me into a spiral of depression and self-loathing.

Here’s an example of how the thought process might go:

Lionel is an amazing singer with a fantastic career and many awards to his name.
The Weed has sung some songs in church. He once asked Wife if he should try out for American Idol. Wife pursed her lips, shook her head and said “Sweetie, I’m not sure that’s for you…”

Lionel: 1
The Weed: 0

Lionel is freaking rich.
The Weed can barely pay for the breath of air he is currently breathing, and would be hard-pressed to purchase a bus pass and not have to put it on a credit card.

Lionel: 2
The Weed: 0

Lionel’s daughter, Nicole, has been on TV for many years and used to be bff’s with the likes of Paris Hilton.
The Weed’s daughter only started watching TV two years ago and doesn’t have a single friend who is named after a city.

Lionel: 3
The Weed: 0

The next one is the final nail in the coffin:

Lionel is black. Wife loves black men and bites her lip visibly whenever a black man sings on any TV show. I’m pretty sure that secretly she wishes I were black. Or at least part black.
The Weed is white like snow, and has no swagger, style, or cool-factor

Lionel: 1,000
The Weed: 0

Eventually I realize that I am making a comparison pro and con list about LIONEL RICHIE a guy whose prime was when I was six and who now resembles a human unicorn and who wears more scarves than any woman I know, and my self-confidence implodes, leaving my manhood and sense of self in a shambles.

And that’s before I take into account the fact that I am losing badly.

Needless to say…

(Seriously, people. Did you not get that one?  COME ON! Why isn’t this trick WORKING?)

Okay, this time instead of saying it in English, I’ll express it in math. Because I’m so good at math.

AND IN WIFE’S EYES

THEREFORE
Isn’t math awesome???
In conclusion, I wanted to point out that when I showed wife this post, she laughed and then said: “I feel like if you put up the song ‘Do It To Me,’ everyone will totally get where I’m coming from.  Mmmmm. So sultry!” (And yes, she was biting her lip as she said ‘mmmm’.)
I think we should test this hypothesis:
The saxophone alone makes wife swoon. And me wish I’d played sax instead of violin.
So, do you totally get it now?
I know I don’t.