If you’re anything like me, you go through crushes like Kleenex. And in my case, it’s always on unattainable people so I can look but don’t have to touch.
So before I move on, I’ll go on record as having a short but intense crush on one of our IT administrators…the way he is able to translate tech talk into something I can almost understand with such intelligence and confidence…yum. And he is not intimidated by the glazed-over look a non-techie like me gets…
The Olympus guy who comes and services the machines in the lab. Four years I’ve been here and I still don’t know his name. He’s just “the Olympus guy with the butt.”
My flute instructor. She’s small, and smells like pretty perfumed soap, and has bouncy silky brown hair with an alligator clip in it and big luminous blue eyes, and I love the way the skin between her eyebrows crinkles down when she plays, and the way she touches my mouth and chin to show me what muscles to use.
The gal who took my PowerBook in for a new hardrive today. And consulted with me about it yesterday. I got her by chance each time: you take a number. She’s not so small, and has gray eyes and freckles and long brown hair and a great smile, and very sweet, and she said she hopes she sees me again when I come pick it up. I may not wait that long… this may be the nicest hardrive crash ever.
I feel the same way about him as the day I married him, and our lives together just keep getting better and better. He’s my best friend, my soul mate, and the only human being who could possibly put up with me for a lifetime.
this may be the nicest hardrive crash ever.