We all know that familiar scenario.
It’s a normal day like any other. You’re wandering along, minding your business and doing what you know needs to be done.
You notice a guy nearby. You’ve seen him around every now and then. Maybe you didn’t notice him too much, no more than anyone else. He’s kinda cute.
Every few days or so, you two pass each other casually or sit within the same vicinity. Occasionally, you catch each other’s eye, but you don’t hold the gaze. It’s whatevs.
Then, one afternoon, after a long day with your defenses down, you hear someone ask, “How was your day?” The question and the familiarity take you by surprise, and you turn to find the guy looking at you, watching you. Perhaps he’s smiling. You strike up an impromptu conversation. You part, the event a pleasant little light in an otherwise dark day.
A week passes, and the afternoon repeats itself. To your own surprise, you light up when you hear his familiar greeting: “How was your day?” You talk again, longer this time. He asks you about your job. You ask him if he loves the outdoors. He apologizes for bothering you while you read, but can’t help to ask another question. You suddenly realize the pretty color of his eyes.
That now becomes your thing. If you see each other at that same time, you find yourself eagerly anticipating the “How was your day?” You’re smiling at him as you talk and think, “Why does he suddenly look so much hotter than before?”
You’ve got a crush.
It’d be one thing if you were still, oh, 10 years old. Back then, the rush of endorphin is new, it’s exciting, it’s a feeling that you don’t remember feeling before.
And then the symptoms!
The flush of your cheeks.
The inability to think straight.
The classic brain mantra of, “Don’t. Say. Anything. Dumb. For the LOVE. OF. GOD.”
But that’s the thing. You’re not 10 years old anymore.
You’re a grown woman. A single grown woman.
And dagnabbit, you do not have the time or energy to let a man who at least might be a pleasant new friend, get away due to your fluttery behavior.
You might have already noticed that I just might be in this predicament myself.
Having always been shy in the first place, one thing that I have failed at was opening my mouth and taking chances that I absolutely should have taken when they arose. I can (unfortunately) count the number of times I have let a (potentially) good catch slip through my fingers, and let’s face it — it is not a fun feeling. If you’re like me, the regret can linger in the back of your mind for years.
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve determined that I would “fool-proof” my crushing behavior by preparing a list of requirements and prohibitions to ensure that I don’t become a stuttering, desperate, annoying moron in the event I do develop an infatuation. (Note: creating this list is best done before the hint of any feelings begin, so I am a little late to my own party.) Better late than never, though, so here we go.
1. Always look good — for yourself.
I am a strong advocate for dressing for success and looking sexy. But by all means, do not do it only for the crush. By “training” yourself to dress for you and feel proud of your appearance, you avoid the stress of only building up those fashion muscles when you see someone cute.
2. Get enough sleep.
I know, this one may not make a lot of sense. For those that struggle with this, though, you know — you are antisocial, insecure, and stressed beyond belief when you are not caught up on those zzzzz’s. And you most certainly aren’t showing your best face. So, stick in that extra hour of beddy bye, and enjoy fabulous dream…guys.
(Heh — it rhymed.)
3. Take a mental snapshot of your un-crushing self.
Remember that silly joke you made that no one laughed at? What about when you danced the Can-Can in the middle of your office space? Love to twist off the top of your Oreos and save the cream side for last?
Remember those things, and don’t stop doing them if the urge hits you. No man (or person) is worth compromising what makes you so wonderful.
People (aka me) are notorious for completely diluting themselves when in front of someone they only want to impress. But think about it. How did you feel when the guy you thought was hot absent-mindedly made a soft whooping noise every time he dodged someone in a crowd? Exactly: unique and adorable.
4. Flirt with him.
You heard me.
Go ‘head on and flirt with him.
What did you do when you were young and you had a crush? Again, if you were like me, you ran. You averted your eyes, you snapped at him, and you kept your answers short. Anything to avoid appearing as if you were interested.
Not only was this the stupidest trick in the book, but it probably only made things more obvious that I liked him.
I mean, heaven forbid anyone see what you are doing or saying to this guy. They’ll…they’ll…
Okay, you’re probably thinking. Maybe they won’t care, but the guy — the guy will. And he will be absolutely…absolutely…
If there’s one thing I’ve learned in life, it’s that there isn’t a man in the world who doesn’t appreciate a little female attention. Even if they’re not attracted to you, per se, any decent man wouldn’t say anything too cruel to reject said attention.
(That aside, ditch the dude and the crush if he can’t respect your mature decision to merely enjoy his company as a friend. You are too awesome to settle for anything less.)
5. Let it go, let it go.
If or when this guy either stops talking to you or just happens to not be around you anymore…that is fine.
Maybe it was because of something you did, or maybe it had absolutely nothing to do with you. Doesn’t matter.
As a coworker reminded me today, there are plenty of fish in the proverbial sea. Pickins may be slim or harder to wade through, but there are certainly still pickins after this guy is gone. Not only that (this same coworker told me), but if something is meant to be, it will certainly be. The Universe is really cool like that.
Even as I’m writing this list out, I find myself relaxing. It’s so easy to get caught up in the physiological responses our bodies unleash when we see a pair of sexy eyes or a nice smile or a pair of soft-looking…kissable…lips…
Where was I going with this?
Oh, yeah! The bottom line: a crush is a crush, and there’s no need to panic over having one. Enjoy the sensations knowing you can still have them, and let things flow naturally.
And if you’ve got multiple crushes, the more, the merrier.
Like celebrity crushes!
Hello, Mr. Neville. <3