Recently I spent time in the presence of someone whom I can’t even look at without getting butterflies in my stomach. He makes me blush. I feel like I’m in junior high school. And he knows I have a crush on him, because I told him.
He gives me mixed signals. Sometimes he flirts, sometimes he doesn’t. We make vague future plans with no specifics and as yet no follow-through. He puts his hand on the small of my back and I nearly melt.
He has a full life, and we’re not kids anymore, so even if he were interested, I suspect this would not be a rush job. And I get the impression that he’s very humble, and genuinely has no idea the affect he has on people. He may be a bit slow on the uptake. But hitting him with a brick would be counterproductive.
Still.
COME ON!!!! What’s taking you so long? I’m a wonderfully interesting, passionate, intelligent and fun person.
This never used to be so difficult. I never had to work this hard. After a certain point one begins to feel pathetic. This is a game I’m not sure I have the energy to play at my age.
But it is nice to feel butterflies again. It’s been a while.
The View from a Drawbridge 
oh my
I don’t have the energy (or desire) to even flirt let alone chase the butterflies to their ultimate destination. I’m content to live vicariously through your journey so keep us posted please.
I’m reaching that point myself. And clearly I’m not particularly good at it, so I apologize for not being particularly thrilling, vicariously or otherwise.
You are a wonderfully interesting, passionate, intelligent and fun person…so he must be the problem. He needs that brick for making you doubt yourself.,,like next time he puts his hand on your back grab it and pull him closer.
I wish I was quick on the uptake like that. It was so unexpected that I was too busy melting to think of doing anything else. 🙂
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LOOKING AT THIS PICTURE, MAYBE HE’S GOT THOSE BUTTERFLIES, TOO.
Thanks Jonathan. I wish that were a picture of me, but alas, no.
Alas…I’ll just have to use imagination, 😀
Of course…you’ve heard it said that men sometimes hesitate about a really beautiful women…thinking she already has a dozen or so guys after her! Excellent poetry—with just the right picture attached (yeah, I’m partial to redheads—long story!) 😀