So, apparently people notice what goes on with my page more than I ever thought they did. I decided to use my “crush” feature again today on here for the first time in over a month and many of you noticed right away. I appreciate that kind of attention for what it is, attention, but the questions about it have gotten a bit out of hand. I was asked no less than probably 80 times today who my crush was on or if it was on them. Let me explain here that I have my crush on someone right now that I do have an actual “crush” on and he knows who he is. Now let me explain why I chose him, ok follow me here it’ll make sense eventually I promise.
I chose someone that I actually do like, not someone I just find attractive, or just want to fuck. I chose someone who can carry on an intelligent conversation with me without it being all sexual. I chose someone who I felt an instant connection with the first time we spoke. I chose someone who understands me on a different level, who sees things in many of the same ways that I do. I chose someone who accepts me for who I am and not how he thinks I will be in a few weeks. I chose someone who likes me for me and not what I may do to him. I chose someone that I am interested in on many various levels. I chose someone that I am not only smitten with but also enraptured with.
He accused me tonight of being too bashful to tell him over the phone that I like him, but fear is not what it boils down to. In the end it comes down to the fact that I do not know how to explain it to him without making myself sound like some sort of crazed lunatic. I’m not sure it is possible to explain a connection such as I feel without sounding like I’m in love with him and all that crazy shit. That’s not it at all. I guess I could try to express myself more articulately to him . . . Yeah maybe tomorrow I will do that. I owe him that huh? I owe him honesty at any rate. So, please quit asking me who my crush is or I will be forced to send you to talk with him and trust me that isn’t something that you’d enjoy . . . Hehehe.
