I Think I Love Him!

So, when my good buddy at work, let’s call her H (see, Harriet? I’m keeping you Anonymous!), brought ’round to my cubicle her brand-spankin’ new copy of Constantine’s debut record, entitled “My Secret Greek Idol Luvah”– er, I mean, “Constantine”– I was prepared to mock.

Yes! I admit it! I was! So what?! Huh?! A girl can’t mock if she wants to?! HUH?!

I mean, honestly– I’m not going to lie– I was not a big fan of the ‘Pray For the Soul of Betty’ music, so I may have had on my Skeptical Face when Harriet– I mean H– proudly showed me the album.

But, then… the Pretty! With the Smoldering? I was transported back to AI days of yore, I tell you, the moment I saw my brooding Greek Idol Luvah eye-sexing me up from the cover of his album. So I grabbed that bad boy, slid it into my computer, popped in the ear buds, and gave it a listen.

Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather, and that is no lie. Because– God help me– there was only ONE song on the whole album… that I DIDN’T love. I found myself boppin’ to the music as I worked, rewinding parts of songs that were particularly catchy, and actually stopping a few times to appreciate a particularly enjoyable ballad. I mean, I suppose I knew this, but beyond the smolder and the eyeliner and the pretty highlights and the eye sex and the overall posturing, dude can actually SING.

I know, right? My world is askew!

Eh. I suppose there is something to be said for Constantine not rushing to record and release an album as soon after the show as humanly possible, like other past American Idol contestants who– not wanting to miss an opportunity to ride the wave of fame that the juggernaut American Idol bestowed upon them– ended up with a rushed and mediocre release, and have since faded into anonymity.

Good on you, my Secret Greek Idol Luvah. Good on you.

(Call me.)