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I thought I had outgrown crushes, until I developed a crush on a fellow student
last year that showed me
I wasn't through with them yet.
I noticed him on the first day of class,
but I didn't get a crush on him for awhile. He mostly sat quietly in
class, but I did like his sexy voice
and I thought he had good things to say.
One day I got a glimpse of
grey
hair on his chest
through the neckline
of his shirt
and I wanted nothing more than to reach over and rub my
cheek up against him.
Ah, lust! I began to feel I had lost control of my
normal rational mind.
I really liked this man, and I kept thinking about him. I would sit in class and watch him covertly, going through
the whole range of emotions that a crush brings on: joy, despair,
edginess, tension.
Eventually I invited him to dinner -- this is what I do with people I am
attracted to. He liked the food and we had a good talk,
but I could tell he wasn't interested in me romantically. At the end of the
dinner he gave me a big hug and said thanks.
I had to struggle to give up trying, but eventually my crush died out. I was
left wondering what crushes were all about. Why did we have crushes and where
did all this energy come from? Were crushes good for anything? I mean,
was there anything good about having a crush? These and other questions led
me to explore further into the realm of crushes.
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