The Secret Crush

[Claire]

Originally Posted by Not Afraid

You know, my crushes are always on people's brains.

Me, too! Like my Chuck Palahniuk crush. It defies logic, but I want to lick his cranial region and make sweet love to his medulla oblongata.

[SacTown Chronic]

If "brains" is slang for boobs, then yeah, I crush on brains too.

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

Originally Posted by Claire

Me, too! Like my Chuck Palahniuk crush. It defies logic, but I want to lick his cranial region and make sweet love to his medulla oblongata.

And now I have a crush on you. You kill me nearly every time. LMFAO.

My crushes are completely random. In high school I was wild about Wilde. His writing, his mind, and foppish pictures of his younger self.

I've even developed crushes on voices. Stood in line behind a man ordering bagels once. I couldn't see him at first because I was looking away, but his voice was making me tingle. Looked up and he was an old, old man with a beer ruddy face. But the aftershocks of his voice left me tingly. If only one could bottle a voice like a perfume.

I've crushed on sweet natures. I've crushed on people's brains (Mr Barata, my 11th grade English teacher, I'm looking at YOU!) many, many times.

Some are superficial - lust, lust, lust. Some are kismet, I could fall in love with you type crushes.

I read a book on Rasputin, and wanted to take him to the prom.

Right now I happen to be unhappily fixated on a physical ideal who seems to carry the quality of intense stillness and quiet about him - a quality I'm rather taken with, maybe because it makes me feel calmed down. He just happens to love Jesus. A lot. And his quiet stillness could easily be subdued rage, so quite possibly he's a serial killer. It would probably be easier for me to date a serial killer than a bible thumper.

A girl can dream.

I fell in love once. The real deal, I guess. The personality; his charm, humor. His brain was huge and squishy. Interest in experimental theater. He appealed to me physically with his big blue eyes, his dark brown hair with a red beard to not match, his pudgy tummy, his VERY hairy hobbit body, his laugh, and he had these HUGE soccer player calves. He was a hugely flawed person. Possessive and jealous. Capable of unkindness. He was a bit of a turncoat. He masked insecurity with arrogance, which was probably his least attractive quality. But, man, to this day, no one has ever been able to make me laugh as hard as he could make me laugh. For a short time in my life he made me happier than I've ever felt. Which was a nice experience to have. Years after we broke up, we'd speak from time to time on the phone, and he could still make me laugh just as hard.

So, first love = last love? Maybe. Maybe not. Probably not. Screw him. Heh.

But in the meantime, I like crushes. Brains in. Brains sucked out. I know what's genuine and what's not.

Well, not always. Truth be told, this bus crush has me a bit turned around and beside myself at the moment. I just don't know what to do about it.

[lindyhop]

I have many crushes on voices. Right now I'm listening to Scott Simon on NPR (be still my heart) but he's just one of many of my favorite radio voices. I'd make a list but Scott is distracting me right now...