The Crush Recedes

So, now that it's been a few weeks, the crush seems to be receding. Although, he still makes my heart do little flip flops when I see him, still rush to answer the phone when he calls (alas, it's only at work!), and open up his e-mails before I touch anything even work related.

How did I come somewhat to my senses? I've figured out his type. Well, actually, that's a big fat lie. He's pretty much told me his type. He likes them young. And when I say young, I mean 18 or 19. Which, when you look at his lifestyle outside of work, pretty much sums it up. He still lives at home, has his dad cook his meals, has his mom dye his hair, still borrows Daddy's car (although he bought himself a 2007 Caliber- sweeeeeet!), and drinks almost every night. In uncertain words, he's still a boy.

But what a boy! He's good-looking and quite frankly has no clue. And sweet, too! Here's my sickening story that will make you want to puke. Last week we were discussing some of the cover tunes we have heard. Most of mine I have stumbled across lately on limewire, but he's probably been listening to his for years. I talked about Luther Wright and The Wrongs who covered Pink Floyd's The Wall (which I still haven't found as I need to burn him a copy) and he was talking about this death metal group called Six Feet Under who covered ACDC's stuff. I thought it sounded pretty cool and told him such. So what does he do? He goes home at lunch and burns me a copy! Ya gotta admit, most people just forget conversations as soon as they are finished and never remember that kind of specific thing. Like me. I forget half my promises. Anyway, I almost shed a tear since it was one of the sweetest things anyone has done for me in a long time. And yes, the CD does rock and makes me giggle in places too.

So, didn't I also just think he'd up and disappear once the project was completed? The day of the big presentation, he followed me everywhere. Oh how I loved it! And how adorable he looked with the big ole red face when presenting to the big wigs. Anywho, everyday he still calls or sends e-mails and we smoke together atleast once a day. Once this crush is completely gone, he'll make a pretty cool buddy. In the meantime, I'll just keep looking into those eyes and smiling like an idiot.

Besides, it would never work out. Honest. Okay, maybe just one beer.