Crush and Burn

There's a reason a crush is called just that. Those damn little butterflies fluttering around your small intestine, crawling up your throat, and into your cheeks where they turn into word vomit.
We've all been there, some of us more than others. How should you act? What should you wear? Should you tell him how you feel? How many hair flips is too many? We're all guilty of it, myself included.


It had been awhile since I've felt those little caterpillars start spinning their cocoons when I got a call from one of my crushes the other day. It never fails when he's around that my normally eloquent tongue seems to stumble over itself as I manage to smile so big that my gums are visible. I just can't help it. No matter what I tell myself, "He's not into you. He's a playboy. He would drive you bonkers. His dick is just TOO big..." nothing seems to help ease the burn of the crush.
So... Do you throw a bandaid on the burn of the crush and ignore it? Or do you tell the crush how you feel, close your eyes and wait for the sting?
These are questions I personally struggle with every time a crush sneaks his way back into my life. If you haven't already guessed, as open as I am about most things, I can be a little guarded sometimes. Don't get me wrong, I'm usually a pretty forward young lady when it comes to the fellas... But the status of a crush eclipses that of a typical man and any semblance of normal behavior and rational thoughts are obliterated. If you haven't also guessed, I have a bit of a god complex, I have to be good at whatever I do and I hate rejection. Perhaps that's why crushes transform me from a charming young woman to a walking blonde mop; the fear.

How can one person be so wildly attracted to another person who is so completely unaware? And what sets this person apart from the dozens (yeah, I said dozens) of other suitors knocking on your door? I suppose it depends on what point you're at in your life, which undoubtedly defines what you look for in a mate (but that's a whole nother blog post).
So how does a 23 year old portray or voice such feelings? Circle yes or no seems a little antiquated, a drunken text message is insincere and a face-to-face discussion is terrifying. So what's a girl to do? Or what's a guy to do for that matter? How would you want a crusher to confront you? And if you were the crushee, how would you let someone down?


I'm always demanding you guys go after what you want and make it happen for yourselves... And now here I am, cowering in the corner clad in my Current/Elliott jeans and lips trembling smeared with Dior lip gloss (PS. do men even notice these things?!).

Is it time for NYC Blonde to take her own advice?

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One Response to “Crush and Burn”

  1. I rarely meet a guy who i truly liiiike like. Liiike like as in stressing over choosing a profile picture like an entire city is counting on me to defuse a bomb before it kills them, when I talk to him I end up sounding like Sofia Vergara on morphine, hair stuck in the drain at the bottom of the pool of anxiety liiike like. Nobody wants to be vulnerable and I think we've forgotten how attractive of a trait vulnerability is because it's so rare. We need to face the facts and realize when it comes to liking someone and letting your guard down, we can't avoid looking/feeling like a fool. It comes with the territory. Just ask yourself if the person is worth that or are you okay drowning in anxiety and never knowing? So..if it's rare for you to liiike like (is that annoying yet?) somebody like it is for me, I think we both should be vulnerable, honest, and humbly foolish if we want to seek out what we want. And if we get rejected? You can't go wrong with sharing your heart. It only means that you have one. If that doesn't help, look in the mirror and repeat what a wise Jamaican from Cool Runnings said: "I see pride! i see power! I see a bad-ass mother who don't take no crap off of nobody!"

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