little_miss_sparky (aka Anna)'s got it baaaaaad for a heaping mass of bespectacled mansauce. (Yum.) —Sparkitors
My friend Kiara is the biggest Twilight fan. Ever. (Yeah, a lot of my friends are delusional Twilight freaks. And by "Biggest Twilight Fan" I mean if you insult Twilight, she will La Push you off a cliff, drag you out and stab you with forks, leave you there to bleed, and let the vampires find you. She's brutal.)
I have a feeling she and Dan Bergstein won't get along. She can recite all books from memory. She talks about Twilight like its her baby. Her room is covered with Twilight posters and pictures of pale half-naked doods with crazy hair.
But as all the high-pitched squealing for anorexic vampires have subsided, Kiara's passion has died down a bit as well. She divorced her hubby Eddie Cullen, and dates real people now. Currently she's dating Robert Pattinson, though he doesn't know it yet. (Side-note: She has a rubbish taste in guys.)
But I can't fault Kiara for her obsessions. Because I have some of my own...
The earliest I can remember is when I was in second grade, I had an irrational craze about collecting Pokemon cards. There was something appealing in collecting those cards, although I didn't even play the game. No one was allowed to touch those cards. If they disobeyed and God-forbid if even one of them was missing I would burst into uncontrollable sobs and tears of conceited pity. What? I was only seven. Now I don't know where the hell I put those darn things, and I hate to say it, but I can't be bothered to find them.
Then I had a fetish for anime. I mean, not really crazily Obsessed with a capital O, I just had the tendancy to doodle anime eyes and hot manga guys everywhere—in the margin of my math note book, on my shorts, on my bed sheets, everywhere.
Yeah, I’ve had my fair share of silly absurd obsessions. I won’t name all of them because they’re too weird. Though, the weirdest one was when I got a totally unhealthy crush on a random guy I saw in the bus thrice. I never spoke to him, just stared at him dreamily and tried to figure out his name psychically. He looked like a Dan or a Dave. And he was cute. Also he seemed a few years younger than me. Oh well.
But the greatest obsession would have to be my crush Football. I didn't see him often, so I cherished every split-second I saw him. And although, come to think of it, we didn't have anything in common, but that didn't stop my imagination from taking flight to the way he would propose to me in the park, and then to our beach wedding and then to our honeymoon...
I guess my Football Fascination is still on. I saw Football yesterday, he looked different, but in a good way. He was smoldering like a marshmallow in a camp fire. SPARKLERS, HE WEARS GLASSES NOW!!! I couldn't breathe for a second. I waited for the mushy-gushy butterfly feeling and my heart to start tap-dancing, which, by the way, isn't confined to romance novels alone. And then it came.
And it came again, when I saw Ken. You know you have a crush on someone when you realize:
#1 You’re a pro at stalking
Nevermind being a stalker, I’ve passed that stage a looong time ago, I'm not a stalker anymore, but a literal shadow-chaser. I've googled Ken; and stalked him on every possible social-networking site there is. In class I look at him every 5 seconds, and my friends complain that I talk about him a lot.
#2 You’re a pro at being clumsy
Check. True story, I was walking down the stairs after school. And who should be on the adjacent flight of stairs, but Fancypants Ken. As I reached the last step I couldn’t help glancing in his direction–and saw him looking right back at me over the railing. And then I fell. Luckily, my kind fellow students caught me before I attacked the ground.
#3 You’re a pro at getting jealous
Sad but true, sad but true. And its not only Angel, but every other girl he talks to. -_-
In my previous posts I had mentioned working on some kick-butt ways to get rid of the obstacle (Angel) in my path to Ken McEyelashes. So, although I wansn’t sure whether Ken liked her for realz or not, the last couple of days saw me desperately trying to convince him that Angel was not the girl for him.
And then (wait for iiiiit) Angel did give-up on Ken. Wooohooo!! (cue ecstatic soaring and fist-pumping and and happy dancing and singing although I have a sore throat) I'm pretty convincing huh? One of my awesome talents. Alright, alright. Just kidding. Angel got asked out by another guy. And she said YES! And he said HOORAY! And now whenever I see them they're holding hands. But still, its funny how when you want something, the whole universe conspires to let you get your wish. Even if that wish was really lame.
So, I guess I have a crush. And it's a fact that every guy that has crossed the Crush Line, I compare with Football. And while none of the rest measured up, Ken is a total different entity. Especially. I'm not just crushing on him but obsessed with him. OCD. To answer Swimming+HP=Love's question, Yep, he is in fact Supermegafoxyawesomehot plus he's a musician. (So, duh.) But dismiss that thought, I will not let hotness distract me and make me fall for him. Literally.
What does your crush checklist look like?
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