Johnny Boy!

The sweetest lil' ol' rock star in the whole world has a new album out, with a free video sample. Sigh. Such a cutie. He's gone all bluesy and falsetto, which is not entirely Pretty Lady's style, but at this point she is uncritically Signed Up for anything this boy's muse inflicts on him.

Pretty Lady has never been the sort to get crushes on rock stars. She hung out around too many of them in her college days, and discovered them to be uniformly self-absorbed and inarticulate. She would roll around on the floor at their gigs, and bum the occasional Camel from one, over a cup of Columbian in the Cactus, but that was about the extent of it.

And now in these limbo years of quasi-maturity, what she feels about John Mayer is mostly that she wishes passionately to be able to pat him on the head. She firmly believes that he is Not a Jerk. He's a sweetie. She wouldn't want to date him, not being a Demi Moore sort, but sometimes it makes her sad that she will probably never have a son like that.