I have a crush. In order to protect (some of) my pride, I won’t describe the lucky man.
What I will divulge is that he’s refreshingly different from my usual type. I feel pleased that men like him exist. I feel hopeful.
I’ve spent the past few days thinking about my crush, imagining the fascinating conversations we’d have, and visualising the things we could do, share and enjoy together.
Every so often, I’d remember to be present. Minutes later, my mind would flick to a feel-good collage of images of the two of us attending gigs, climbing mountains and curling up together in front of a movie.
Yet again, I’d jerk myself back to the present moment. And so the cycle continued.
This evening, I learned that my oblivious crush has a girlfriend. I tried to hide my disappointment as I nodded and smiled/grimaced at the friend who relayed this devastating news.
I felt embarrassed for harbouring such ridiculous romantic notions. Then, I decided to open up to my friend.
As the words poured out, I found myself saying: “Sure I hardly know him. I just like the idea of him.”
I realised that my disappointment wasn’t so much about this man’s relationship status as it was about my hopes being annihilated. The discovery that my crush was unavailable confirmed, according to my negative thought process, that there’s no hope for me to ever experience a healthy, fulfilling relationship with a great guy.
I acknowledged my feelings then continued to have a wonderful evening while actually managing to stay present.
As I drive home tonight, through the silent beauty of the dark Curragh plains, I have another awareness around my disappointment. I’m trying to control what I think might be good for me. I’m attempting to make someone I’ve met only a handful of times fit into the perfect boyfriend shape.
I realise that I really don’t know what’s best for me. But when I let go and allow what’s meant for me to unfold, something even better than I could ever imagine will manifest.
Romance is winging its way to me. I can feel it…