There is nothing quite so cheerful making, to me, as a mild crush… Although I am rather mathematical about these things, calculating coolly, keeping emotions distant lest I get hurt… Maybe it is the mathematical-ness that makes them so consoling.
So, you know, I get to know a fellow a bit…find he’s actually intelligent and shares some of my opinions and interests…. Doesn’t take much. Looks, height and such like lose their relevance. I become aware that the bloke is potential marriage material — at least on paper.
Suddenly, the world seems a brighter, happier place. Maybe one day I will have an infant’s arms about my neck, a toddler tugging at my skirts, a husband returning home from work putting his hands on my waist and his lips to my neck as he greets me at the kitchen sink….
Then I learn more and am disappointed or begin to despair of a mutual interest. The crush is crushed. My world dims down to the prior state of comfy gloom. Until next time….
Katherine Wansink Writes 