If anyone gets the title reference you are Yango! (new phrase picked up by one of teachers, snazzy ain't it?)
Ahhhh, the power of the crush. Not the soda. I mean the flip flop in the stomach, stutter inducing, sweaty palm making, and stare starting kind of crush. The kind that happens on people you only kind of know because the odds are, once you get to know them, they end up being sucky people. The kind that you get when you aren't sure if the object of your affection returns your crushy feelings. The kind that last for more than a few weeks. The kind that last even after you see them wear the same shirt 19 times in one semester. I swear, my Biggest (my dear friends you know who I mean here) crush of all time wore the same damn series of shirts every week for a year and I found it endearing, me of all people, go figure.
I think a crush might be one of the best things in the world. Sure you might not be able to sleep and you make an ass out of yourself in front of the person, but it reminds you that you are human and yes, horny.
A friend of mine has been lucky enough to have a series of crushes lately. I think the latest one is a bit of a doozy. I think he might crush her back but he's a boy and lord knows I know nothing about boys. Especially skinny ones. I unfotunately have been made of stone for the past two years and haven't crushed really hard on someone.
Sure, their was the doctor, but how long did that last, two weeks? And I wouldn't have even crushed him if his picture wasn't up on joonbug.com. Thank you joonbug.com, for filling in the void created by long nights filled with vodka.
I want a crush. Not a celebrity one, because we all know that I have many of those. I mean a living, breathing man, that talks (sometimes) and flirts. I am putting aside the hunt for a PB or PH right now and forging a new quest. The quest for the almighty Crush. Amen.