Any time I see my work crush (who I have re-code-named Dr. Lumberjack for his intelligence and rugged good looks), I get the same feelings as when Cookie Monster is given an enormous cookie, surrounded by lots and lots of regular-sized cookies.
Basically, elated (and a bit googly-eyed).
I've written ad nauseam about this man. And I don't mean to come off as creepy or weird. It's just fun to have a crush, and feel like a kid again, you know? Like this blog is actually some kind of sparkly pink Lisa Frank journal with rainbow unicorns on it. I have no expectations. It's pure, innocent admiration. I like how smart and kind he is. How he always says please and thank you, and holds the door for everyone. How he is well read, but doesn't buy into pop-culture bullshit. Also the fact that he's mind-bogglingly handsome.
And that's all I know.
Trust me, there are a lot of good men out there in world. I happen to know many of them! I just focus on Dr. Lumberjack because he's in my orbit on a daily basis.
Just this afternoon he was going out for his afternoon cigarette break (Nobody's perfect, not even Dr. Lumberjack) with his buddy The Handsome Chimney (who takes roughly 25 smoke breaks a day).
Side Note: If there was a comic book chronicling the adventures of Dr. Lumberjack and The Handsome Chimney, I know you'd read it. We all would. It would be amazing.
I heard Dr. Lumberjack talking to The Handsome Chimney about his recent travels that have apparently left him exhausted. But he doesn't mind, because he loves driving (me too!) and it's fun and adventure and getting out of the city and all that shit. Then they smiled in my direction and got in the elevator and disappeared. Who is the Dr. Lumberjack driving so far to see? Was it for the holidays? I haven't the slightest idea. Family? Girl/Boyfriend? (sob) I don't know. But now I know that like me, he enjoys road trips and getting out of NYC. Subsequently, I like him EVEN MORE as a person.
A person I don't know. But one I like so much!
Isn't that odd? I was talking about it with a new friend at a party last week. The way we sometimes think of celebrities as people we know, almost like having friends in common with the world, simply because we are informed as to what they do, who they date, and what they like. We form opinions (positive or negative) that result in having feelings about these people whom we've never met. For example, I think Jennifer Lawrence and Emily Blunt are fantastic actresses who seem like lovely people in real life. I've gleaned this from enjoying their on-screen work, as well as TV and magazine interviews they've given. Neither of them know me. I wouldn't approach them in the streets, but I think they're cool. I like them. I wish we'd be friends! Isn't it odd, at it's most basic level, to have feelings (whatever kind) for a complete stranger? Wishful thinking, but frequently I think if I could focus the feelings I have for strangers and put more into my EXISTING relationships, I'd be on much more solid footing.
Huh. Just something I was thinking about.