Terminalcoffee discussion

Have you ever met that person you had a crush on years back whether at school/ varsity or work? And realise that they are either: a) complete tool/ whimp; b) aged a thousand years or c) turned out to be handsome/ beautiful with age.

Do you still profile-stalk them on Facebook/Twitter or still blush when you bump into them? Or do you just pretend that you didn't see them? Or walk away during mid-conversation?

I don't remember having a crush like that. There are several people in my past who crushed on me, and I have had a chance to catch up with a couple of them. The ones I've seen again are married (one for the second time) and quite happy where they are. I suppose they could speak to the essence of this question better than I, so I'll shut up now.

Phil was a heartthrob!

I married my crush. I would never walk away during mid-conversation with someone.

Was?

::feels old::

True, susan. It would be weird to walk away right in the midd

lackadaisical kind of person. Sorry Phil. I was going to say is a hearttrob but I haven't received my new issue of Teen Beat to know if you are last weeks crush or

not. (fullstop)

If I really like a guy, I start walking into walks and tripping over my feet. Also, if I really like him, I start babbling about nothing important and often catch myself when I see that glazed-over look in his eyes because I just told him the history of the making of Mary Poppins. And if I really, REALLY like him, I am rendered speechless. True story.

I heart you, Heidi! You can tell me the history of the making of Mary Poppins any time. No crush necessary.

aww, that's really cute Heidi. :-)

heh, I don't really blush so much or act clumsy liked I used to years back. I tend to show off with my (perceived) intellectual prowess. Recently, it seems for me like the tables are turned (just like in Phil's case). Except I ain't a narcist.

of course there are exceptions such as the crush being VERY handsome, intelligent and/or sweet-natured (without being a whimp). Then in those cases I'd probably babble like an idiot.

It's cute and sweet when it happens to other people. When it happens to me... not so cute. In fact, it's downright embarrassing.

One time I had a first date with a guy on whom I'd had a crush for months and months at the time - we were late to the 4th of July fireworks display... and in my hurry to start walking towards the fireworks, I banged my head on the door frame or roof of the car 3 times. He was concerned because the 3rd time I did it, it was especially loud and horrible sounding. He insisted on holding my arm as we walked towards the fireworks.

We were looking up at the sky... naturally, and listening to the Arkansas Symphony Orchestra playing patriotic songs. I wasn't paying attention to where I was and I totally missed that we were about to step up onto a median in a busy street. I was wearing sandals and white shorts.

I stubbed my toe/foot hard on the concrete and tripped... flying airborne and about to faceplant on concrete. He caught my upper body, but didn't save my knee or the top of my foot as they slammed down into the concrete and scraped. Needless to say, I had gravel, dirt, blood, and concrete all over my leg by the time we reached a first aid booth. We missed the fireworks.

I was so devastated by the turn of events, he insisted he wouldn't take me home until he could get me smiling and forgetting about what happened. So we left there and went to Bennigan's where he told me dirty jokes for several hours and distracted me.

We spent the last part of the evening by sitting in his car for several hours in the parking lot outside of my grandmother's apartment - it was pouring rain by then and we thought we'd wait out the deluge/storm. It didn't let up for several hours. So we ended up talking into the wee hours of the night/morning.

I do the ramble of weird things when I get nervous, too, Heidi. Then I blush profusely. I blush profusely for no reason, sometimes. That is embarrassing. My husband says I often do a nervous giggle.

Susan wrote: "I do the ramble of weird things when I get nervous, too, Heidi. Then I blush profusely. I blush profusely for no reason, sometimes. That is embarrassing. My husband says I often do a nervous gi..."

I blush, too.

That doesn't sound so bad since you were able to stay under the cloak of anonymity. I have embarrassing stories from teenage years where I had no such cloak.

My first ever crush was in 7th grade, but the boy didn't know that I liked him. We were brief acquaintances. Saw him about three years ago (at a coffee shop, where I worked as a waitress) and he morphed into a yuppie-hipster (bleh) which I thought was odd because he was always the Golden Boy of the class. He was so shocked to see me after all the years, that his mouth gaped open and had that dreamy stare (same way Rochester looks at Jane Eyre).




Then at varsity, saw the same dude again, bumped into him about 3 times so far.

Heidi wrote: "It's cute and sweet when it happens to other people. When it happens to me... not so cute. In fact, it's downright embarrassing.

One time I had a first date with a guy on whom I'd had a crush fo..."

Quite the charmer, aren't you?

weird thing though was that the guy tweeted that he "wished that he could meet me for the first time again". Strange because I never really considered that he would've feelings for me.

Heidi, that sounds better than most of my first dates.

Dr. Detroit wrote: "Quite the charmer, aren't you? "

You think that's charming?