I tend to consider myself a pretty smart, level-headed girl. I don’t fluster easily.
Me and another friend have a Starbucks we visit off and on. There is a cute boy that works there. Now, I’m probably just shy of being old enough to be his mother by about 3 or so years so I’m not there to hit on him. He’s very friendly and super nice.
My friend gets flustered by him all the time. Once when there he asked her, “What’s that you are wearing?” (meaning her perfume) and what she heard was, “What’s your name?” So she pipes up with a cheerful, “It’s Sarah!” He gave her a funny look and later she was mortified when I told her what he actually had asked.
I run by last night to pick up some hot chocolate. He’s there.
I place my order and he looks at me and says, “Hey! I remember you! It’s Kristin with an I, right?” (Last time he asked if it was K-R-I-S-T-E-N and I corrected him that it is K-R-I-S-T-I-N.
I am thrown for a bit and like a moron I say, “No, with a K!”
He kind of shakes his head and laughs and I take my hot chocolate and leave, slapping myself for saying something so ridiculous.
I did confess this to my friend when I saw her last night and she now has a theory that it isn’t that we are stupid…it’s that he is just so cute that he has some weird fluster-making method on close to middle aged women.
So what is it about that name? Did you know a Kristin that was awesome or what?
I was the ONLY Kristin growing up and you never ever could find those cute personalized things with it spelled K-R-I-S-T-I-N. It was ALWAYS with an e.
I distinctly remember my Dad would buy things and take a black magic marker and make the e into an i for me. I still have one of the bookmarkers where he did this for me.
Now there are Kristin’s all over the place.
My mother named me after a soap character on Young and the Restless.
I think I’ve liked it as long as I’ve been aware of it. But yeah, there is most definitely someone very special to me who has that name. VERY special. I should have married her when I had the chance. Since we broke up, I’ve met a few more Kristins. And they’re all beautiful.
ETA: When the special one gave me her phone number, I wrote down “Kristen.” When she corrected me, inwardly I said “YES! Score!”
I could never relate to these stories of people getting flustered by people they’re attracted to until maybe six months ago. If I see someone I find attractive, my instinct is to smile and be myself. I’ve never felt nervous, and have never blurted out anything silly, until…
(sigh) There’s a man at work who is twice my age, he isn’t particularly charming or attractive, but my crush on him consumes me, and turn I into useless mush in his presence. Last week I was walking to my desk, but I saw him approaching my direction in the hallway, so I walked to the bathroom which I did not need to use and is in a different direction than my desk, specifically so I could pass him so that he would say hi to me. If I need something that anyone else in his position can help me with, I ask him. I don’t even call or e-mail, and he is lightning-fast with the e-mails; I walk over to his office so I can see him.
And now the (more) embarrassing school girl stuff. One of our larger customers came into our office (they almost never come in), nicely dressed, and everyone at our company was dressed in jeans, as it was casual Friday. Guy who I have an enormous crush on offers to the customer, “Apologies for the informal dress. It’s Friday and we all get a little excited about being able to wear jeans.” I added something like, “We usually make at least vague efforts to look good around here.” Then he says, which almost kills me, “Well Mol always looks good, no matter what. I just try to not be a total mess.” I thought I was going to die. I thank my lucky stars that I am not fair skinned, or else I’m sure I would have been beet-red. I got really nervous and giggled, then changed the subject.
I had a small lesson in composure around two weeks ago after leaving the office and finding myself alone in the elevator with him. He asked me how I was doing, and I looked up at him, smiled and said, “Better now.” :smack: Why? Why did I say that? He offered me a pretty nice save though with, “Now that you’re leaving work?” Ah of course! That’s what I meant by it. “Yes,” I responded, “much better now that I’m going home.” Heh, heh. That worked, right?
This is me EXACTLY. I am super cool usually around people I find attractive.
I am happily married and almost old enough to be this boy’s mother. I am not hitting on him or trying to get attention from him. I just apparently turn into a blubbering idiot when I talk to him. And I’m not the only one.
He’s probably 16/17 and I’m almost 35. (Wow…I was 28 when I joined the SDMB…guess I need to update my username).
Well, if you really want to pay him back for the flusterment in kind, look him in the eye with a fixed stare and declaim melodramatically, “Mortal fool! Did you not know that I am the Bride of Sauron, and the All-Seeing Eye has noted your flirtations!”
I don’t know. He has a very pleasant voice, but so do a lot of people, and I don’t… wait, no, I do actually. Half of my love for Kevin Spacey is due to his voice! I’ll have to explore this theory later. Seriously, in the middle of typing my post, a tiny light bulb went off and it occurred to me that finding someone’s voice to be extremely pleasant increases my attraction to that person a lot.
Anyway, I’m still pretty sure that’s not it entirely. My friend theorizes I like him because he’s very tall, and I’m attracted to people who most others find intimidating. I suppose these can all be factors. I’m trying to put my finger on why this man turns me into a blushing school girl, and I cannot. Je ne sais quai, I suppose.
YES! YES YES YES!! To this day, which is many decades past the day when personalized items were cool to have, I still look over the racks to find my name, and you can STILL only find the ‘e’ flavor.
I’m also with a K and two I’s. (Well, technically four, but I usually wear contacts.)
