I've given up on long distance crushes (sorry, rachel ;) )
Well, you're one of my fake partners. Which is way better than a long-distance crush, I think, as it involves parental disapproval, which is always fun. I'm hopeless with short-distance crushes; I don't often have them, and my sense of self-deprecation is such that I can't maintain them for very long.
Okay...I have to tell the streetcar story I alluded to above. Because it's funny in a twisted way.
So when I was about 17 or so, I had a dream about some guy. Not that kind of dream, just a very detailed picture and the sense that he was going to be very important to me one day. Didn't look like anyone in my life then or now. And I'd kind of forgotten about it, except that on the streetcar today, I saw a guy who, in profile, looked very much like the guy in my dream.
Then he turned and looked in my direction, and half of his face was one big scar, a la Phantom of the Opera. It was very surreal. I had this temptation to go and talk to him, but I had one of the three or so shy moments I experience per year and chickened out.
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Re: Crushes, eh?
Date: 2005-05-13 03:13 am (UTC)Well, you're one of my fake partners. Which is way better than a long-distance crush, I think, as it involves parental disapproval, which is always fun. I'm hopeless with short-distance crushes; I don't often have them, and my sense of self-deprecation is such that I can't maintain them for very long.
Okay...I have to tell the streetcar story I alluded to above. Because it's funny in a twisted way.
So when I was about 17 or so, I had a dream about some guy. Not that kind of dream, just a very detailed picture and the sense that he was going to be very important to me one day. Didn't look like anyone in my life then or now. And I'd kind of forgotten about it, except that on the streetcar today, I saw a guy who, in profile, looked very much like the guy in my dream.
Then he turned and looked in my direction, and half of his face was one big scar, a la Phantom of the Opera. It was very surreal. I had this temptation to go and talk to him, but I had one of the three or so shy moments I experience per year and chickened out.
I suck that way sometimes.