sartresue wrote:
The crush is the crux topic
I do not know how old you are, hartzofspace, but ever since I entered the change of life I have not had any crushes. I know how you feel as I was tormented by them for years. They would make me sick--totally unrealistic and unrequited love. I empathize with anyone who has these anxiety attacks--this is how they feel to me, when the subject of the crush would come into my viewing area. the flood of emotion was so intense that I figured this was what Mr. Spock went through during Vulcan 'heat'. Very uncomfortable. I would not wish this on anyone.
Rest assured, though, it does eventually pass. One day it just disappears.
that's made me feel better. I can't wait for them to end. I've become convinced that this is the reason I can't have a real-life, functioning relationship. My one track mind won't let me notice other men. I have to really concentrate on it when I go out, consciously think about looking at other men, looking at who else is in the room that I might like.
I actually slept with mine. He runs a club I used to go to all the time, (and sometimes go to now). Last new year, he broke up with his girlfriend for about a week. I was standing outside his club at closing time, trying to find a friend who's house I always went to so we could drink vodka to pass out. The man I like picked me up - literally picked me up! - and put me in a cab next to him. I was trying to finish a conversation, but he counted down from 5 to 1 and closed the cab door. I should add that we had been flirting for months and I was not entirely unhappy about the situation, ahahaha. We went back to his and had drunk sex.
He made it known that this episode was not to be repeated via a series of increasingly rude, sarcastic myspace messages, which I did not 'get' because my understanding of sarcasm is very poor. I have not had a proper conversation with him since, although he'll speak to me if it involves 'business' (I often write about the bands on his label or mention the club in reviews). I think about him every day.
He was temporarily usurped in my affections by his tattoed, rockabilly styled housemate, but not for long.