ok, here’s a theory for you to completely disregard. what i’m talking about here is the flash crush. you know that crush you get on someone for about 10 minutes and then you’re over it. it’s the crush that ends as soon as you realize that making out with this person isn’t quite as yummy as you once thought seven minutes ago.
it’s like the crush i always get on the graphicsboy when he wears his really cute metrosexual shirt that he got in san fransisco. it’s a crush that lasts as long as it takes me to remember that he’s still the twirpy graphicsboy.
because today i got a flash crush on this guy that i’ve worked with forever, because he came over to show off his new tattoo that he got based on a dylan thomas poem and i totally wanted to make out with him right there, until i realized he’s that guy that i work with who is married and has children and really not all that attractive to me in that kind of way. but the crush was really good while i lasted, which was about as long as it took him to get bored with me talking about the beat poets.
Jodi, that’s the only kind of crush married old women like myself can safely enjoy. Love those!
Total crush on co-worker at the PT Gig, for about 3 minutes. Then I found out how old he was, and the crush was gone like the wind. I figure those aren’t “true” crushes, and even if said crush would hypothetically happen to be under the age of 18, it wouldn’t really hurt anything, really.
I liked the first line the best. Where’s that from, again?
gee lester, i was quoting philip seymour hoffman playing you in Almost Famous, i hope you don’t mind.