I miss don't miss high school. The torture, the teasing and, fuck, the math.
But I do miss the notion of the teenage crush; the reason to, you know, buy a new shirt or smell nice. Romance gets a little rushed in our adult life, don't you think? If we see someone we like at a bar, online, at work, we typically drop the crush-fantasy and go for it. Then what happens? Well, either you fall in love and rush toward the relationship, where you don't have to buy new shirts or even smell nice, or have a semi-decent date with wine, Italian food and sex, and then never call one another. Either way, it can be a little disappointing.
So, this week I'm giving myself the project of finding someone to crush on.
I think it'll be fun, and inspire melodramatic poetry and tons of journal entries. And who knows? Maybe the crush will lead to more. But who really cares? As long as I smell nice, I'll be doing everyone a favor in the process.
Mark Jason Williams
I find trouble wherever I go