While I had made a vow to only to post on Mondays, I have made an exception today to share last night's event.
I have a crush. While I understand that I am in my late twenties and adulthood and maturity are supposed to take over my life, neither of these qualities have deterred me from my teenage-like fantasies. I am referring to girly fantasies, in which your imaginary boyfriend holds your hand while you walk down the street. The kind in which your at a meeting and mind just drifts away to your imaginary boyfriend helping clean the kitchen with you. Yes, I need to really get a smuttier imagination, but it is the G-rated day dreams that make the crush so enjoyable.
As the greatest birthday present ever, my friend V arranged a movie outing with my crush. We decided to go see "Millions" a children's movie that has an indie edge because of its director, Danny Boyle. Well, actually we had a choice of three movies to watch and let my crush decide which one we would see. He chose correctly. (Yay!) He arrived a little late, so we had bought tickets, a small price to pay to hang out with my future stalkee. As we filed into our seats, I found out that V is fantastic, as she somehow fixed the seating order so that I would be sitting next to him.
He did all he was supposed to: laughed at the right times, made witty hushed comments, and passed the bag of sourpatch kids over to me on occasion. Now I like sour patch kids, but I hate the green ones. As I reached into the open bag, I seemed to keep getting lime ones and was forced to trade with him for a better flavor. It was as if destiny or at least Cadbury Schweppes Inc was trying to bring us together. In one moment of the movie, my mind wandered from the screen and I took a deep breath. He smelled like a mix of musk, woodsy boy, and artificial lime. Heavenly.
The best part of the crush is knowing nothing will ever come of it. My crush is a nice guy. He picks the right movies, is willing to give me his sourpatch kids for my lime ones, and is an all around good person. I think knowing him better would ruin the perfect images rolling in my head. Sooner or later, I'd get irritated and hurt and that that giggly swirly thing I feel when I see him would disappear forever.
Right now I am at my desk thinking about him building wells for poor children in Costa Rica and he looks...heavenly.
6 comments:
you know, this G rated nonsense needs to stop.
i would have loved to picture your crush without his shirt, sun beating down on a dirt-smeared, smooth, tan chest, hands covered in cement, ripped jeans falling low enough to permit us to daydream discoveries-in-waiting. . . he turns to smile and lift his hand in a wave, all while the wall for those homeless children in costa rica continues to rise...
i meant well. not wall.
there goes my attempt to write you a romance novel.
I'm with you, C. ET#1 has got get her mind in the gutter. And Evil-Twin #1, don't EVER give up hope about your crush! You never know, maybe something will come of it. That's the beauty of having a crush!
I love that you gave in and posted this! And it's a much better story as you've written it than it was this morning when you had a toothbrush in your mouth and I had an eyelash curler in my eye!
Gay.
--Will Ferrell
this is the sweetest thing i've ever read~
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