Crush: (n) a brief but intense infatuation for someone
I have always wanted to sit down and rehearse the little speech.
I’m speaking of that gentle wording necessary to let someone down—someone who has a crush on you, who perhaps is too young, or it’s inappropriate in some other way, or maybe you just don’t share the infatuation.
I’ve considered my speech. What would I say?
Certain lines I would want to put in:
“Golly, if it was just another place, another time…”
“I love you too much as a person to just like you as a girl…”
“You’re the best, and someday you’re going to meet someone, and they’ll know you’re the best, just for them…”
Of course, if the person was persistent and found my speech adorable, then I have a whole different list:
“Because of a war wound, I cannot return your affection.”
“I snore—and not just when I sleep.”
“I am betrothed in marriage to a Bolivian coffee worker.”
I always thought it would be great for someone to have a crush on me. To have her think that everything I did was magnificent, and that my only competition is Jesus or God.
What a great blast of blarney.
I’ve had a crush or two and discovered very quickly why they call them crushes. When I tried to move on them and express my feelings, I ended up…
I think every one of us, once in our lives, needs to be the center of another person’s undying, wistful, overwhelming lust for us.
We may find this temporarily with our partner, husband or wife. Ah, but eventually it comes down to the point that we both know where the socks are supposed to go in the drawer.
Goddammit, I want someone to have a crush on me.
And I don’t want her to make it up now because she feels sorry for the loser.
I don’t want pity crushing. I can see it coming, so don’t fake.
Most of the people I had crushes on in my life have moved on, and probably don’t even remember who I am.
Because of that, I can tell my children and grandchildren that they counted as one of my girlfriends.