So I assume he's dragging you to Lilith Fair this summer? Hey, I'm not judging. I went to the original back in the '90s. Fiona Apple was awesome. I think the Indigo Girls played, or maybe it was the Dixie Chicks. I bought a Sarah McLachlan t-shirt; my lady friend at the time got some free Biore pore strips. A good time was had by all.

Anyway, his crush seems fairly harmless. We shouldn't label this guy a stalker just because he has a ton of photos and can actually listen to any Crow album past Tuesday Night Music Club. (I kid, I kid. There have been a couple decent songs since then.) We all have our thing. I've got pretty much everything Neil Gaiman has ever written. (I think there's even a cocktail napkin he wrote a poem on somewhere in my collection.) There are worse things he could be into.

Is he normal otherwise? Does he write creepy fan letters, or make you wear a brunette wig and sing "Everyday Is a Winding Road" in bed? When one of her songs comes on the radio, does he shush you and say, "Quiet! Sheryl is speaking"?

Keeping every photo is a little weird. (I mean, how many photos of Sheryl Crow holding a guitar do you really need?) Though, admittedly, there was a time when I plastered my wall with Tori Amos photos. (That time was the 8th grade.) Most of us outgrow that sort of thing. For whatever reason (nostalgia, laziness, OCD) he still wants to hold on to to his collection of Crow memorabilia. Maybe he'll move on at some point. If he's a good guy in every other way, don't sweat it. Let him have his celebrity crush.