Hey, wouldn’t surprise me a bit.
At a family reunion a couple years ago I got into a conversation with some distant cousin about the rise of trade unionism during medieval times. (I think I was able to hold my own.) The conversation was so utterly and completely and delightfully different from my ordinary humdrum life that I had a crush on her for a week or two–and then a lingering melancholy afterwards.
None thankfully - they just make your life miserable. I had a close call with a girl I thought might make a decent friend but I found out she wasn’t early on.
Happily, my wife and I both have a crush on the same woman at the moment–a barista at the coffeehouse we frequent while she does her homework and I write.
Deborah Gardner, she wrote a guest post about the Himalayan Blackberry on the Bitten Blog and I clicked on the link to her blog Seattle Local Food to check out what else she’s written.
I’m a bit of a foodie, so I love an attractive woman foodie; and I live near Seattle, so I could run into her, right?
The first thing that piqued my interest was the photo at the beginning of her Bitten post. She looks really cute in that photo (though she’s shot from the back so you can’t see her face). Then, looking at a few of the pictures of her on her website I was smitten.
I’ve managed to keep a crush going for 12 years now. Fortunately, she felt the same way – enough to marry me.
Another one - Joy Nash.
The nice-ness comes and goes I’ve found, intermixed with anxiety, and the soul crushing realization that, most likely, nothing will ever come of it.
I’d much prefer the feeling of knowing that someone wants you as much as you want them. I imagine that would be pretty nice.
There’s this girl works in a local record store, she’s hella cute; She looks like an early twenties version of Edna Mode from the Incredibles… I’d just love to go into the store some day and pick her up and run away with her!
Although that would probably get my name put on a register.