Crushes. There are crushes that satisfy—dreamy glances that eventually turn into the sweet and cherished “do you like me back?” conversation. And then they tell you that they’ve loved you all along.
Dawwh. My sentimental heart, be still!
There are crushes that are forbidden—dark and dangerous, stupid, or crazy. Crushes that force you to exercise every unit of self control to keep you on the straight and narrow.
And then, there are those crushes that can never love you back.
I recently finished the Gossip Girl series on Netflix, and like any Netflix junkie who cannot cope with the stress of finding a new show to watch, I simply went back to season one and started again.
Not to worry. There will be NO spoilers given.
I, like any faithful brunette who feels for those who are constantly over-shadowed by the bombshell blonde, have a soft spot in my heart for Blair Waldorf, and rightly so. She is an incredible, fictional, girl-who-I-please-want-as-a-best-friend, real to me!, human being. And I love her for many reasons.
“So, Rebekah, what are you doing later?” Daniel asks me.
The clock on my phone reads 9:45pm. I squint at Daniel like he’s lost his mind. “What do you mean later?”
I blink three times, slowly. I planned on scurrying home and brewing a fresh mug of chamomile. I planned on stretching out the tendonitis in my wrists and wishing the dog sweet dreams. I planned on tidying my shoes and checking the status of my teeth. I planned on saying my prayers.
This was about the point I realized: I am a 22-year-old grandma.