‘I was just thinking about you,
Wondering if you are still wearing
the same cologne,
Smell good on you,
You have that masculine,
Shoulders,
Back straight,
You really impressed me’
The immortal
words of Jill Scott in her neo-soul single cross my mind. Typical, mental
reflection of a woman having a crush.
First
time I met him, I suddenly felt the need for the re-definition of a crush.
OXFORD ENGLISH DICTIONARY-2informal A brief but intense infatuation for someone,
especially someone unattainable:
It was
an electrifying, magnetic, sensual and gravitating feeling, so profound and not
by any means inappropriate. You can’t choose whom to have alluring feeling
towards. The heart is the most resolute part of human mental anatomy. When she
demands that you get infatuated with someone, then so it will be. To hell with
the believers of ‘you choose what you feel’. The feeling of liking is like a dove
finding its release from a cage. You cannot hold it back when it wants out.
I had
never glared at someone that endlessly in my life. He was average height, with
an even chocolate skin complexion. His eyes had a milky white dominance with a
light shade of brown, his body perfectly structured with his shoulders wide
enough to hold the fairly muscled chest and his dentition perfectly white and
neatly arranged. This was first degree torture. I could hardly pay attention to
even an annoying buzzing fly.
Worse
still, his dressing was mind-blowing, my style. The fitting pair of blue jeans
held on to his limbs as though he was created in them. To create a perfect
blend was a long sleeved white and navy blue striped shirt neatly folded to his
elbows. Down to his feet was nice pair of black spot on loafers and finally to
add the cherry on top was designer leather watch.
From
where I stood, I could feel his divine scent, escorting me away to state of
trance. Who are you? Could you by any chance be from another planet? Can I hear your
voice? Do you know I am smitten by you? I couldn't help but think of a myriad
of questions I would ask him given a chance.
Thank
God he was going to the 22nd floor. I on the other hand was visiting
the 7th floor. Now I know you’re thinking ‘please don’t confess you
followed him up to his destination floor!’ Well, too late, I think I already
did. The elevator was filled with four other people but that’s all I remember. Four
people whom I don’t even recall their gender or what they looked like. Selective
invisibility was indeed at its best. Who cared if I got late to go print some
God forsaken document? This was not an opportunity I was going to screw up or the
least miss out on the experience of relishing human art at its finest.
Seconds
later his phone rang and he waits for some time before picking it up .In this moment
I literally crossed my fingers and hoped he had a terrible voice that would put
me off so that I could stop acting like a walking zombie. But I was wrong. ‘Damn
it!’ my mind was blown off. His voice was deep, appealing, softly hoarse and
guttural sending chills down my spine. It almost felt like he was whispering
behind my ear. As if I had not suffered enough mental paralysis, he let out a
warm chuckle that got me smiling. ’Just why was he doing this to me ‘my inner
voice mumbled.
As he
spoke on his phone, my eyes noticed his fingernails neatly cut and well-shaped.
The fingers were average length in compatibility with his body size and not too
slim or chunky. Just perfect!
This
whole time I was staring never did he throw a glance at me (Totally
devastating). Unrecognisable I was to him. He probably didn't even notice I was
in the elevator or in existence unlike me who was already a fool for his anaesthetized outlook.
‘A crush is the most devastating yet exciting
emotion ever unearthed’ my mind thought. The mystery aspect is the most exciting
part of it all. If everyone you had a crush on spoke to you, the thrill would
be irrelevant and meek.
After
the protracted trip to the 22nd floor, guess who he met up with…his
wife and child. One word to nature. ‘Depressing!’ Did you have to bust my bubble like that? Nature! Here
is a message to you. ‘You could use a chill pill. It’s never killed anyone.’ At
least I can attest to that. I honestly didn't deserve that. I was going through
enough emotional trauma staring at someone who thought I was invincible.
Well, to
cut my extensive sob story short, I pretended to be doing a lot of nothing at
the 22nd floor just to look like I had a sense of focus. A while
later I took the elevator and eventually went to 7th floor feeling cursed. It seems like the
dictionary is right after all, this time borrowing form the google dictionary;
informal
a brief but intense infatuation for someone, especially someone
unattainable or inappropriate.
"she
did have a crush on Dr. Russell"
synonyms:
|
informal
puppy love
"a
teenage crush"
|
‘especially someone
very unattainable’
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