Real Life Crushes

I started a topic about embarrassing celebrity crushes a while back. Now here’s one about real life.

Damn that kellibelli - I didn’t respond to her topic about kissing, but that description made me want a first kiss again sooo bad! I agree with whoever it was that said they wish that kissing weren’t considered adultery. I just want a first kiss every once in a while!

Anyway, I had a dream last night that I got a first kiss from this guy in my building. I’ve had a crush on him for a couple years. He’s a little older than me, very intelligent, handsome and has a smile that melts my knees. I see him about once a month - he’s the telephone system representative for my building.

Having a crush is exciting, but that’s the only good thing about it. He must think I have the rosiest skin he’s ever seen because I’m constantly blushing while we talk. My mouth gets dry…

Oh man, he is so cute.

I know I’m not the only one. Tell me about your real life crush. Omit no detail.

Men are from Mars, women are from Venus, dogs are from Pluto.

The guy at the oil change place. He has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen, and a gorgeous smile. He is ALWAYS super friendly- leans in my window to put my new sticker on. I have not had a crush since I got married and I would never act on it, but he is just yummy. Every time I go there I leave with a big grin and with my heart skipping a beat or two. MAN I wish you had to change your oil every 1000 miles!

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A young woman who works at the book store. I keep asking for her help finding books. Doesn’t she get the hint?

My philosophy TA from winter quarter was one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen. I had a lot of fun in discussions in that class, because he was young, and the kind of TA who you could toy with in front of the class and he didn’t mind one bit. I used to argue a side so convincingly that I almost had him buying it, and then turn around and just as convincingly argue against myself. He kept telling me toward the end of class to stop by his office and fill out the paperwork for my minor. There’s no reason I would have needed to stop by his office to fill it out, mind you, but he kept telling me to nonetheless. I never did. Probably should have.

There’s this guy that works where I work. He does stock and I work on the sales floor and we don’t even work in the same department but he is FINE. I’ve had a crush on him for a year now and I’ve spoken like, not even, two words to him. I can’t help turning red and smiling ear to ear whenever I see him. He usually only works Sunday mornings, so I always look forward to working then. But it sucks because I clam up whenever I see him and I can’t even say hi.

I went to a club a little while back and met the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. I was a bit intoxicated which gave me the nerve to approach him. It was near closing time so not much time to talk. He asked for my phone number but I refused, instead I took his. It took everything I had to make that call - I think nothing ever scared me more. We have since gone out a few times. He makes my knees go weak, my heart beat at a scary rate, and my head feel light. All this after a very tramatic experience that nearly broke my spirit. I think I’m rebounding but I don’t care! I have the biggest crush that I ever remember. I know that it won’t be a serious relationship, but it doesn’t matter, it’s exciting!

I have a thing for the guy who works behind the counter at a Greek salad place near my work. He knows he is good looking and he flirts with all the female customers, even the ones who are 70 years old.

Then there is the nerdy doctor I used to work with who still does relief work from time to time at my hospital. I have no idea why I am attracted to him, but I am. He couldn’t care less about me if he tried. Even if he ever was interested in me, I am sure he is not now that I have dated one of his friends.

Lastly, there is the intern who works at my hospital. All the girls there are attracted to him. He is around 6 feet, 4 inches tall. I barely hit 5 feet. Interesting.

Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.–Coleridge

That philosphy TA crush reminds me when I was a Computer Science TA for two semesters. I am a single man who was only a few years older than the undergrads. It seemed like some of the female students flirted with me. I couldn’t figure out if they thought it would improve their grade, or they really liked me. Either way, I didn’t think they should do that. It didn’t seem right.
Although, the president of my college met his wife when she was a student in his class that he was a TA.

When the semester was over, none of them saw me and flirted with me. Maybe flirting just made class less boring for them?

On the other hand, when I was in grad school I had a French class with a woman TA who was pretty and a little younger than me. I flirted with her. She seemed to think it was fun for a while, then told me to stop in the middle of the semester. Cest la vie!

There’s a girl who frequents the coffee shop I loiter in evenings. I was stricken the first time I saw her.

It was a sunny Saturday. I was in my corner “wallflower” table, quietly doodling in my sketchbook when she walked in. Short blonde hair, grey bike shorts. She walked in and peeked over my shoulder at the cartoon turtle I was watercoloring. Our eyes met and she gave me a warm smile…

Side note:
The only reason I still believe in god is because, with me at least, he is so unsubtle. Screw that “mysterious ways” crap, when he wants to get a message across to me he uses a devine sledgehammer. This is one of those instances.

…Anyway, our eyes met and she gave me a warm smile. Wordless, but no clearer an invitation was ever offered.

I knew exactly what to do. That very moment I mustered all my courage, threw back my shoulders and promptly made a noise that wasn’t quite the “Hello” or “My name’s Adam” I had intended to say. No, it came out more like “Hiuurm…”. I think I even managed to throw a lopsided smile into the mix to perfectly convey that “I ride the little bus to school” vibe.

She proceeded to get her drink, and despite my brain spasm, gave me another smile on her way out (and not even a “poor thing” one either). She sat outside in the sun, next to her bike.

I should have gone right out there and said “Did I just blow it by not asking you out?”, but no. I stayed in, mortified, and hid behind my hair.

Here’s where God shows himself as a second-rate sitcom writer.

As she opened the door the radio started playing “bizzare love triangle” and a bird flew in through the window, circled the room in a panic, and hid in the plastic plant next to me. I diddn’t quite know what to do. I just peered at it dumbly for a second. Then I got up and knelt in front the plant.

“Is it in there?”

My heart nearly jumped out of my throat. She was standing over me.

“Er, yeah. Try to keep it distracted and I’ll try to hold it.”

I tried to make a slow, unthreatening approach. But inches away from it, it bolted in her direction. She shrieked, tripped over a stool and ended up in my lap. The whole coffee shop erupted in laughter, so did we.

Everbody in the joint spent the afternoon steering the little bird back out the window. I must have had a dozen chances to ask her out that day, so many perfect openings, but I never regained my confidence.

I now waste many evenings at the coffee shop hoping she’ll show up again, but I think I blew that one perfect chance.

I spent a lot of time thinking about her and that afternoon and a lot of time beating myself up.

Now I worry that I’m obsessing over her and that even if I do manage to meet her she’ll be nothing like the person I’ve spent so much time thinking about. I can’t win.

That’s about the closest I can manage to a “crush” anymore.

Incidently, the things I was drawing in my sketchbook at the time were turtles. The last one on the page was a turtle hiding so deep in the recesses of its own shell that only the whites of it’s cartoon eyes showed. Took me months to figure the significance of that one out.


I see most of these responses are from women - is it possible for a guy to have a “crush”? If so, . .

The controller at the company I work for has eyes so big, blue, bright and full of life that I could gaze into them for hours! We chat over the phone regarding any number of things outside of work. When I have to go to the home office (I work at a satellite office), her’s is the first cube I visit, hand-delivering any interoffice mail directly to her just to get a glimpse of those eyes and a smile from those soft, chewable lips. She always asks, “Where’s Snoopy?” (I always wear something with Joe Cool to work.) I told her one day that I would have to drop my pants because I would be wearing boxers instead of a shirt, socks or a tie!

I can detect a definite attraction (or maybe its my imagination?). We have both just sat in her cube and looked at each other, trying to determine what the other is thinking. Just the other day, she smelled my cologne and asked, “Where’s ConMan? I can smell his cologne!” and this was BEFORE she even knew I was there!

Inter-office romance? Not possible. She married her HS sweetheart and I am happily married - have been for 8 yrs! But it certainly is nice to WANT to go to work everyday!

“Quoth the Raven, ‘Nevermore.’”
E A Poe

Inky, really nice story. I was pulling for you, and hoping you’d ask her out. oh well…

There is this guy in my office…
He is really, REALLY straightlaced, and stiff.

I cant help but imagine him in the sack every time I see him.

He is just average looking, but its the stiff, reserved picture he presents…almost prim, but not effeminate. Even on 'casual day, he wears jeans, and he STILL looks stiffly professional.
I bet he would be a wild animal - given a little provocation…

The xmas party is the 18th, I’ll let y’all know!

One day, in my chemistry class last spring, I got very bored (as I so frequently do when anything chemistry-related is involved). I was glancing about the room, trying to see if there was anything interesting around, like maybe a ceiling tile I could find patterns in, anything, when I noticed HER.

She was sitting in the back row. This, in combination with the fact that I was almost always one of the first to arrive, explained why I had never seen her before. She had long red hair, which she kept in a big, thick, braid that hung down to her waist. It was dyed, her roots were showing, but I didn’t care. She had eyes whose color was impossible to identify from that great a distance. She was just one of those people who you look at, and think “my god, she’s perfect!” I couldn’t find any flaws in her beauty, and I looked long and hard, believe you me. Unfortunately, that first day, she was sitting next to a really goofy-looking guy whom I hoped to God wasn’t her boyfriend.

Anyway, I had perfect attendance at that class for the rest of the semester. She always sat in the same place, next to that guy. I never worked up the nerve to talk to her, or even to sit any closer to her than I had been that day. The goofy guy was in my section of chemlab (she wasn’t), and we were even paired together as lab partners once or twice, but I never asked him if they were going out or just friends, to say nothing of maybe putting in a good word for me.

The semester ended, and I’ve seen her maybe three times since then. If she and the goofy guy were ever going out, they have since broken up, as I’ve seen him with a new girlfriend (and I’m sure she’s a girlfriend this time). To this day, I still don’t even know her name, or what color her eyes really are. I wish I knew more about her, just so I could know where to find her when I finally work up my nerve…

“That’s entertainment!” —Vlad the Impaler

well there’s this guy who sits next to me in math… we talk sometimes… he’s really cute

I don’t really get crushes anymore, but I do keep my eyes open, ya know?

Like today. We have a new janitor taking care of our office. He’s a baby, really. Can’t be more that 21 or 22. I tried not to give him that lecherous-older-woman ogle, but jiminy christmas, he was hot.

And ya know what? I saw him in the hallway later on, and I swear, he was looking at me with that “I bet she could teach me a thing or two” baby boy look.

That made my day. :slight_smile:

It’s a sad day when you have a crush on a college student, and then having your friend say, “Will you be going to our 10 year college reunion?”


When I was in 9th grade, there was this girl named Amy. She had the most beautiful hair I had ever seen! It was a red so bright it was almost orange! I sat near her in a few classes but never got up the nerve to talk to her. It was a big high school and I was on the absolute bottom of the pecking order with no friends whatsoever, so I knew she wouldn’t want to be around me. So Amy G., who went to Oakton HS in the early eighties, if you’re reading this, now you know . . .

Inky, I second that emotion: What a wonderful story! It sounded like a scene from a movie. Hope she shows up soon. Ask her out this time, dummy!