I crossed the street.
Metaphorically, speaking of course.
Actually, I crossed the street with my MacBook in tow, walked into The Bar, cozied myself in the darkest corner I could find and began writing. He wasn’t there. It is easier this way, I thought. I can do the cinema alone, I can do Starbucks alone but I can’t do facing my crush alone.
It was early and The Bar was quiet. No-one paid any attention to me as I tapped away on my keyboard. An hour passed by and I was completely engrossed in chapter ten of my NaNoWriMo novel wondering how I managed to turn a serious story about self-discovery into your run of the mill love story when –
“What are you doing sitting here in the corner?” The Man said looking at me intently, a small smile splashed across his face. Secretly, I think it would have been perfect if he had added “Nobody puts you in the corner” but fine, I recognize that my life is not an 80s dance movie.
We chatted a while. Me barely breathing. Him talking a mile a minute.
“So how were you acting?” my sister from another mother asked when I called to tell her.
“You know how I usually am with guys I like–giggly.”
He hovered over me for five minutes and without really knowing how or why we spoke about writing, his mother, living in Greece and his imminent relocation. Then, he excused himself. Ten minutes later, he was back with the The Bar’s black, branded T-shirt on, standing over me adjusting the air conditioner. I initiated a conversation in my usual way, “Hey, can I ask you a question?” He sat down. He was open and sweet.
I was…giggly.
I looked into his eyes as he spoke and mentally asked him “Why the hell are you so nice?” also “What does this mean? Did you understand what Brother-In-Law implied? Did you know that you have a really great smile?”
Instead of these very important questions being answered, the conversation centered around his ex-girlfriend, his decision to move to Greece, where he lives, the day he plays football and a bunch of other random but titillating pieces of information. Ten minutes in he excused himself again, “I should at least pretend to be working.”
Of course, I could not concentrate on anything other than him after that. I pretended to write but no words could come out. I was shivering. I wrapped my pashmina around my shoulders. He asked me “Are you cold?” I nodded. He fiddled with the some buttons on the air conditioner. He came back a second and a third time to check on me. The fourth time he joked, “Is it actually cold or is it just you?”
It’s just me, I shrugged. And giggled. He pushed another button. “This is the best I can do” he said walking away.
By this time, the Bar was filling up. The music was suddenly louder. The gentle murmur had turned into a loud buzz. I decided to make my exit but could not say goodbye to him. He was in an awkward position; his back to me. I would have had to shout out his name to get his attention. Over a crowd of loud Brits. So, I chose not to.
Then, there he was in last night’s dream. We were standing in a maze-like football pitch. I was trying to find him. Every time I did, he would kiss me then run away. Over and over and over. Kiss. And. Run. Right before I woke up, I found him and told him “I don’t know what this is, but whatever it is, let’s just end it now. I am constantly looking for you and every time I find you, you leave me”.
“Maybe, a fling is exactly what you need.” my sister from another mother had said earlier.
Maybe, but I don’t think I could do a fling with this one, even if he was interested.
See, The Man has won me over.
Damn.
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aww. They don’t call them “crushes” for nothing. At least you had a real conversation with him and everything… but that dream? about the kissing and running away? that is deep girl! If only my brain would give me such obvious signs.
How exciting! I am halfway around the world, but The Man sounds interested from where I am sitting. What will you do?!
Tiff: I was as floored by that dream as you were!
Alex: I don’t know what to do. Maybe, just wait it out. See if he makes some sort of ‘move’. Then, think about it. Ooo, I don’t know! ;)
I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that he’s interested. I mean, after the Brother-In-Law conversation? He comes over repeatedly to talk to you? So exciting.
And I giggled nonstop around boys I liked for many years. Even my J makes me giggle sometimes now. Can’t wait to hear what happens next!!
I’m with Miriam.
The fact that he approached you after BIL’s comments… and not just to say hello, but to talk?
Very good sign!
We all know that I’m not the best at reading men, but I’m going to agree with the ladies above and say that him coming over *repeatedly* to talk to you? Very good sign.
Watching this whole progression of your crush, it’s interesting to me to see that I’m not the only one who does this. A guy catches our eye, we say “No, I’m not going to like him,” we’ve got a million reasons not to, and yet… somehow… they creep in there anyway and suddenly, Bam! We’re in Deep Smit.
So why do we try to ignore that first little inkling that a guy is likeable? Clearly our subconsious has its own plan all along… why do we resist?
Oh the story is getting better and better my friend! I agree, The Man seems interested indeed. I’m glad to hear you talked to him, and I bet looked super cute in your pashmina- and he initiated it and you talked about family which is GOOD, and my god, I’m really well into a run on sentence, because I’m so excited for you!
I totally get that there are some guys, that you just can’t do the casual fling with. I hear that. Well, see what happens… you never know what’s next!
I love a good crush!
Are all of these “The Man” stories in your novel? They should be, I keep checking back waiting for the next episode!
Sounds like he’s interested…keep us posted!
Count me in the “he’s interested” camp.
You like a boy, you like a boy (sang in Carrie Bradshaw’s voice to Samantha)…
Maybe he knows what B.I.L. was saying or maybe not. Either way, he definitely isn’t avoiding you so I think that there’s got to be some interest on his part. See where it goes. Have you given him your number?
Add another vote to the “he’s interested” camp! The checking on you? Coming over? All good signs. How long before he leaves for Australia?
DG: Nope. Have not given him my number yet. The right opportunity has not come along. Here is to hoping it does.
OC: He leaves in February. Not sure if it is beginning or end. So he is only here another several weeks.
I can’t leave a great comment because when I hear a great story like this I get giggly. And I sigh a lot. But I’m thinking he’s interested! And if he’s only here for a few weeks, carpe effing diem! Woot! :)
Oh, what a great story.
I need to find me a crush.
it IS hard to have a “fling” when there are emotions involved. and even when they start out OK as flings, sometimes emotions come up in the midst of things. us girls are so complicated ;)
but yay! for dreams about cute boys!
YES!!!
Now that’s over, I definitely think he likes you, he really really likes you. Screw February, and let the adorably romantic chips fall where they may. Good luck!