Friends, I have to admit something here. I have a crush on someone.
I know what you’re thinking. I’m 38 years old. Crushes are for teenagers. I remember my first crush. It was 6th grade and his name was Brian. He was, by far, the cutest boy in my class. He dated (basically, held hands with) my friend and I was so envious. But, I was geeky and shy and awkward so I crushed from afar. That got the ball rolling. I had crush after crush, through high school.
And then I went to college and had my first real relationship. No more of those sissy crushes for me!
You know why crushes aren’t designed for 38 year olds? Because by this stage, we should have (pardon my French here) the balls to just tell the person we dig them. But, as you can see from this website, you shouldn’t call or tell your crush that you like him/her.
I’m embarrassed to even write this post but as one wise person said to me, a blog should be a good mix of humility and ego.
So, my humble self admits my fear….that my crush isn’t crushing on me too. As my mother would say, “that’s why they call it a crush.”
Ok. I put it out there. I told my friend at work today about my crush and I swore to her that I wouldn’t blog about it.
But isn’t my blog a place for me to vent and blow off steam?
Have you had a crush as a grownup? How did it end up?