Fay, umm have you told him out right that you have a crush on him? Because while not returning your crush is one kind of clueless, sometimes guys can be another kind where they simply don't know you are interested, in spite your sending just about every possible signal.
No. No, my modus operandi is: get tongue-tied and lose all social skills in his presence. Whilst I agree that this is not a winning tactic, it seems to be the one I'm stuck with. But despite the fact that he has a kryptonite-like effect on me I have made several valiant attempts to deal with this, because at the moment we're really just friendly acquaintances, and regardless of crush, I do think he's just splendid.
Also, am sort of incredulous at the egregious amount of adorability being displayed by the bloke I have a crush on. I mean, come the fuck on, Universe! You're just SCREWING with me here! Enough!
But, I didn't do anything!
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Wait, you're not talking about me are you? Unacceptable!!!
Pete, I do not say this lightly, but he is possibly even more adorable than you.
!!!!
And, love, you KNOW how much I adore you. But, but - gah. Just gah.
He's a Londoner, very cute in a John Simm kind of way, and he's a year older than me, and he's funny, and bright, and a drama teacher who gets over excited about restoration theatre (and who's pretty damn inspirational as a teacher - and wanted to become a teacher after watching 'Dead Poets Society'), and most of his colleagues and students think he's gay (which he's entirely unflapped by), and he's passionate about stuff that I value, and he's kind, and unpretentious, and he takes the piss out of himself, but stands up for what he thinks is right, and he's very comfortable in his own skin, and he's half French/half English, and half Jewish/half Catholic, and he's not competitive and doesn't want to scrabble up the ladder to Senior Management and all that, he just loves teaching, and, and, and Christ this is doing my head in. And last night he stayed for a few drinks after rehearsal for the first time in, well, EVER (he lives a long way from where we rehearse) and in the course of the evening revealed excellent taste in music, the fact that he's in a wee jazz band at his school that does Rat Pack type songs, shared random information about the Yiddish use of the double negative as a sort of spell to distract evil, and then eventually he had to go. And then I bumped into him on facebook some hours later, and it turned out that he had to go because a friend of his had just found out that her boyfriend has a wife (oh, Thailand...) and so he dashed off to take her out to drown her sorrows and then eventually to get her home safely and tuck her up in bed in a gentlemanly fashion. And he is very good mates with this lass I'm becoming mates with, and every bloody anecdote about him she mentions just makes me think OMGWTFUniverse? Enough already! Tell me that he drop kicks puppies and punches orphans, or something! But no. Instead he mainlines Doctor Who and cries at the whole Rose/Ten seperation thing.
Head.
Go.
Boom.