It's a pretty well-known fact that I develop crushes easily. And don't you love the word, "crush?" How perfectly it describes the feeling? Maybe it's just me.
Anyway, I have a crush on a guy at the allergy clinic where I get shots twice a week. He's adorable - he's tall, has a nice voice, a great smile, and dark, curly hair... and he gives the best shots. Seriously - he's got a good technique.
It's just hilarious to me how these crushes work - I know that he's 26, his (first) name is Matt, and he clearly has steady employment at the clinic. We've talked a few times, but never more than, say, 5 minutes at a time.
What I'm trying to say is that I hardly know the guy, but he can get me all flustered and giggly the moment that I see him. I get mad/sad when he's not the person who gives me my shots. It also makes my day when he "skips" a person to give me my shots. And it's more than just what he looks like (he's no Clive Owen), but I have no idea what it is.
Each time I get my shots, it's a reminder that I need those butterflies. I need the ease to blush when I'm around someone. I need to feel like I'm back in gradeschool every now and then. Those things are important as part of a bigger package to me.
And I deserve to fall in love with someone, butterflies and all.
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