I will freely admit that I am one of those girls who fall in like very quickly. Whether it’s the cute Coast Guard boy in my accounting class, Alec Baldwin, or someone I have an actual shot at dating, I tend to read people fairly well and assess their potential in my large pool of daydream scenarios.
When I’m not crushing on a real, live human being, I sometimes turn to fictional characters. That’s right, I’m a fictiophile. I wouldn’t say I’m quite as creepy as the middle aged women who gets tattoos of Edward Cullen’s face on their bodies, but I’m heading in that direction.
Some of my current and former crushes include:
In the books, we get to see him as a man in control (and maybe a little OCD). Yum.
Yes, I have a crush on a Sesame Street character. But it’s the superhero version, so back off.
Marius from Les Mis
If you’ve never seen Les Mis, you really should. I relate so much to Eponine, admiring Marius from afar and dreaming of being with him.
How can you not love Cory Matthews? I remember being young and watching Boy Meets World, dreaming about the day I’d meet a guy just like him, loving and goofy.
Oh, Peeta. He may be the perfect guy. Loving, protective, creative, and funny. Plus, he can bake.
I dare you to watch Friday Night Lights and not fall in love with Matt. He is so sweet, shy, and dorky, it makes me squeal. Watching him pursue and then love Julie is the most adorable thing ever.
One of my biggest childhood crushes. I used to dream I was their neighbor and got to go on adventures and fall in love with Henry.
Everwood was my favorite show through middle school/early high school. Ephram was my dream guy and probably the reason I dated a pianist. He was dark and brooding, and yet had this sarcastic humor I just loved.
I’ve left out one of my biggest crushes: my Disney “prince” crush! You can see him revealed here tomorrow. (Ah, the anticipation).
And now that I’ve ‘fessed up, who are some of your fictional crushes?
I really wish I had learned real-life applicable lessons growing up. Neither my parents nor school took the initiative to teach me important things like “how to negotiate salary without sounding like a douche” or “how to survive the bathroom of a frat house”. These are things I needed to learn. But as is life, we all must learn important lessons through trial and error.
The greatest love story of my life lasted 5 wonderful years. I was 5 and he had just moved in down the street. It was love at first sight (at the bus stop that is). I was smitten. He had an amazing collection of Beanie Babies and all the best computer games. We’d spend hours battling typhoid and trying to save our buffalo on the Oregon Trail. My obsession grew and grew.
Finally one day in fourth grade we started talking about crushes. He admitted to liking Nicole Madgziak, the pretty popular girl of our grade (so typical). I was heartbroken. He kept bugging me to tell him who I liked.
I was so torn. Confess my love and risk it all? Maybe he’d love me too! Maybe he’d share his snack pack with me at lunch!
Seeking advice, I called my best friend and told her my dilemma. She suggested using a proven medium to convey my feelings: the post-it note.
I proceeded to lock myself in the bathroom with a pad of green post-its and a milky pen. I wrote out in bubble letters “You”, opened the door, stuck it to the front, and slammed it shut as fast as I could.
All I heard was the sound of him running out of my house. We haven’t spoken since.