I have a crush on a man
A really BAD BAD BAD crush
It's beyond bad
I mean as bad as I've ever crushed
and I crush really bad when I crush which isn't often, cause see I'm really picky
You just can't crush on anyone, you know he must meet certain criteria
But anyways
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I'm pratically madly in love with him
He almost meets my vision of the perfect man
He has gorgeous blue-gray eyes
and a lovely name
and its so cute the way his hair is so cute the way its always messy
and he is very handsome
and dreamy
and he appreciates everything I would like him to appreciate in the way I want him to
and he has a perfect sense of humor
and he's tall (not that I dislike short guys)
and perfect in every way
although I know he cannot be but hey, it's a nice fantasy
I've tried everything
I like drawing pictures of whats going on at the soccer games, you see and photographing them
He's a huge soccer star
So I have him a photo of him scoring a goal, the lighting was perfect
And I made a nice sketch of it in pencil
And I gave it to him... he doesn't care, though
I get nervous talking to him
and I sit next to him whenever possible
but I never stalk him
or anything creepy like that
I don't think he dislikes me
But I don't think he loves me either
Either that or he is oblivious
But if I ask him out he could get a little creeped out by me
Which I don't want him to be
Oh, the pings of love!!!!!
Love!!!!!!!!!!!! How I wish I could get over him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I would stop taking pictures for three months if I could date him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Two shrinks have told me not to ask him out... this woman I know tells me to ask him out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wish I could ask him out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The pings of love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have fallen down a bottomless pit for him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Each time I look at him, Cupid puts his bow and magic arrows aside and pulls out a machine gun with infinite rifle-cartridges !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Greek God of love never misses. My heart bleeds an ocean of blood!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What I would do for his love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The best I can get right now is a fantasy, (nothing to dirty, mind you) of he and I together... (but not permanently.) I do believe, that once Cupid tires of shooting my heart that there will at the least me a small scar some spot on my heart. It makes me very much happy and very much sad when I think of this fantasy that I have... it is wonderful to think of me and him together, and depressing to know it is simply a pathetic way to deal with my love dilemna. UGH... hate it when I love.