Having a “MAYUN” and a “CRUSH”

Today is Friday, and well I’m not in the best of moods.  Things just aren’t going well this morning, and I’m not really in the typing mood.  So today’s blog won’t be anything profound, or soul searching, but I hope you enjoy it regardless. 🙂

Talking with a close male friend on the never ending topic of relationships, we stumbled upon the idea of crushes that happen during a relationship. He was of the opinion that a solid relationship can be in danger if one person has a crush.

 

I listened to his explanation on the perils of maintaining a crush and full time beau and as he was talking to me, it brought back my own memories…….

He was perfect. The perfect shade of dark chocolate sans the bitter after taste; tall enough for my stiletto collection but normal enough for my nose to fit inside the crevice of his neck; cupped my face gently for a kiss but grabbed my arm and shook occasionally to signal he wasn’t playing; Mommy loved him to pieces but Daddy knew he was a bad boy somewhere inside. Thrilling, yet stable. Came with baggage but wouldn’t tolerate my dramatics. Would hop in the bed just long enough to say goodnight, and would slide out so that, when I rolled over, I’d see his silhouette as he pleaded for the words in a book to make sense by twilight, his pen air-drumming between his pointer and middle fingers. Oh, and he had “the dip.”* He read every version of every story I ever wrote.

And I loved him like I would die if I didn’t. Fervently, passionately, obsessively, I loved him.

But then… there was him. He wore a thermal shirt that hugged the tautness of his chest and skimmed the narrowness of his waist and hinted at boxer briefs before landing perfectly at the top of a pair of baggy grey sweats.

“Hello, Cammy.”

I hate when people call me Cammy.

But him, he said it differently.

It would start on curve of his tongue caressing the top of his throat …“Ca”…then those perfect teeth would clench with his full bottom lip …“am”…and the last part, well, he would say the last part like a sigh ending in a smile ..”my.” And that smile..it lingered for a bit..I swear it did…

For all my twitter friends– #iDied

And his intelligence was as deep as the shots of melanin his father infused in his skin. His voice, a rumble from his throat that kind of merged into words at the last possible moment.

Ugh, he was fine. And I’m pretty sure he knew that I thought so. I’m pretty sure he knew everyone thought so.

He was my super crush. For years.

Yet, his looks, smile, skin and voice could never hold one candle to the boy who would pull me close and cup my face in his hands when we kissed. The boy who would lift his head as we stood at the cold bus stop, shivering, because he knew my sniffy nose would fit perfectly there in the crevice in his neck. The boy that would creep into bed just seconds before REM hit to whisper “sweet dreams” and kiss that spot on my shoulder. The boy whose eyes could make me stop mid sentence and blush.The boy who would read every version of every story I ever wrote.

So did I like Thermal Boy? Probably, if I’m honest with myself.

Could I have pursued that? Definitely.

Did I ever do anything with him? Never.

And I don’t regret it one bit.

But I continued to listen to him elaborate his stance.  (I wondered if he knew how unnecessary it was).

Because once upon a time, when things were great between  us, nothing, not even Mr. Thermal and Sweats, could get me to focus on anyone else but him.

And I think all relationships should be like that.

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12 responses to “Having a “MAYUN” and a “CRUSH”

  1. OMG OMG! This blog was breath taking!!!!! The flow was sick! Orgasmic! Jesus! That reading was love at first sight.

  2. I miss crushes as well. Those used to get me through whole seasons. Miss fantasies as well. When the relationship isn’t going well sometimes they can help light the fire back.

    “Seeing this fine man, coming home, taking the loving out on your man”

    Makes a great night of hot ….well let’s just say ya’ll know what what I’m saying!

  3. #iDied…loved it so much, I had to read it twice. And I’m sure I’ll be back again for thirds. Great post!

  4. “His intelligence was as deep as the shots of melanin his father infused in his skin” <—– I'm gonna have to cosign the BRILLIANCE of your pen game! So sick with it! I was entranced from line 1! Bravo!

  5. Loved it! Fave line : “And I loved him like I would die if I didn’t. Fervently, passionately, obsessively, I loved him.”

  6. get an agent…I’m ready to buy your book…whatever it is! Cook book, self help, or a picture book with no words! Your writing is incredible!!

    The picture you painted…*exhale*…amazing!

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