Comments on: Couple Crushin’ by Liz

By: Anarda Nashai

Anarda Nashai — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 18:59:09 +0000

Haha…not quite as much as he’d hoped, Lisa…but I still adore him as my “friend” just the same. Hope you enjoyed my “crush” story.
Cheers:)

By: Lisa

Lisa — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 16:02:37 +0000

Anarda– seems like your hopeless romantic “friend” may have broken through the commitment phobe exterior…maybe just a little?

By: Anarda Nashai

Anarda Nashai — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 15:10:19 +0000

Well, a few years ago I had a friend from out of town call me out of the blue one summer night. We’d met a couple of years before he moved out of town. Since I’m forever the commitment phobe and he is a hopeless romantic, he and I agreed that we would be friends (with no benefits!–damnit). When he called to tell me he was in town on business, I instantly became excited. My hottie friend, though very deep into his high-powered career, is to date one of the greatest people to hang with. Cool, funny, very down to earth. I couldn’t wait to see him again. Our date finally rolled around. On a Friday we agreed to meet at a movie theatre after work to catch a movie and then grab dinner afterwards. I drove to the theatre in my leisure suit and comfortable flats, wiggling in my seat all the way. Before I could park and get out of my car, I saw him standing there, even more tall and beautiful than when I’d seen him before. He saw me too, smiling in my direction as I practically ran over to him and fell into his tight embrace. “Hey Lolita.” He whispered to in my ear while he held me a little while longer. Just so you know, Lolita is his playful nickname for me since he is a little older than I am. Since meeting him at age 20, I’ve tried convincing him that being seven years my senior does not make him my humbert humbert–especially since we’re just friends, but I’ll be damned if he’ll listen. “Hey yourself, handsome!” We stood holding each other for several minutes, in the middle of the crowded theatre lobby. People stopped, looked, yelled “get a room”–then the light bulb went off in my head. “Did you get the tickets yet?” I asked with a hidden agenda. “No I didn’t, since we hadn’t decided on which movie to see.” And I could see that he was willing to fall into my trap. “Well, why don’t we forget the movie and go have dinner.” I pointed to a restaurant in the hotel across the street. “I’m game…come on!” He grabbed my hand and we ran across the street against traffic toward the bright lights of the hotel’s sign. Once in the lobby, we fell in line of others waiting to be seated by the hostess of the crowded restaurant. He turned to me again, grabbing hold of my waist, looking at me with those engaging grey eyes. And here is where my good friend kissed me very passionately. Yes, me and my hottie friend had kissed before since meeting, but this kiss was a litte different…and we both knew just HOW different it was, and what we both wanted thereafter. I thought aloud, motioning to hotel checkin booth “Let’s just check in, and order room service so we can have a little privacy.” And so we did. Yes, we did: we went on kissing for several minutes, then realizing how tired we both were after a full day of work, we fell asleep fully clothed on the hotel lounger. We woke up a hour and a half later…ordered room service, talked and laughed over dinner–then caught a late movie before heading going our seperate ways for the night. We had a very casual lunch date followed by some sigh-seeing the next day before he left town the following morning. And since, we become closer friends somehow–with restricted benefits!

By: Liz

Liz — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 14:05:38 +0000

Patrice, Ha! And I think Blackie would have wanted to break a piece off of you! He’s blind, he wouldn’t have even noticed you didn’t feel well! xoxo

By: Liz

Liz — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 14:04:12 +0000

Larry, I can’t imagine that in this day of social networking that you wouldn’t be able to find her somehow…what a great story! Thanks for sharing!

By: Patrice Heller

Patrice Heller — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 05:07:23 +0000

I’ve never had a couple crush, most of my social time with my husband involves family members, and it would be a little creepy. I probably would have gotten sea sick, then hung out with Blackie. He could tell me green is my “color”.

By: Larry

Larry — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 04:45:34 +0000

We were 4 years old then and I’m over 50 now but I still remember her so clearly. She had dark hair cut in a pageboy cut. She had a mole on her cheek that makes me think of her every time I see Cindy Crawford. That year (62?) My family rented a cabin on the Lake Huron shoreline within sight of the Mackinac Bridge. Her family was in the cabin next door. Both were there for the week and the 2 of us really hit it off. We played together all week amd had a great time. One day she cut her finger and her mother put a band aid on it. I’d never seen a band aid like it before. It had all sorts of moons, stars and planets on it. I didn’t know enough at age 4 to find out where she lived or how to get in touch with her. I have wondered about her many times over the years. I recently started a new relationship and we got to talking about our earliest childhood memories and I related this one to her. She couldn’t believe the detail I remembered about this little girl I haven’t seen in 47 years. I have wondered from time to time what happened to her and where she was. I don’t even know what State she was from.

By: Liz

Liz — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 02:57:16 +0000

Hi Brandi! Thanks for stopping by! Actually, our two-year old was calling the guy in front of us a “poo poo head” but I have to admit, sometimes I feel like calling him one! xoxo, Liz

By: Brandi

Brandi — Mon, 31 Aug 2009 23:59:42 +0000

I am crystals Cousin. How funny that you call your 2 year old Poo Poo head. We call our 3 year old son Boo Boo head!!