Sunday, February 18, 2007
There’s a somebody I’m longing to see
I hope that she turns out to be
Someone who’ll watch over me
Thank you Gershwin for that and many other songs of love or of wishing for love. Whether sung by Ella Fitzgerald or Frank Sinatra, this is the song that the word “Crush” brings to mind. For isn’t a crush always the waiting, the longing? Crush implies an unrequited love, or at least the wish to be in love with someone. And crushes are sort of high-schoolish, in other words, not serious enough for heartbreak and not mature enough to count for much. Not that some one at my advanced age can’t have a crush. We might fall for a handsome TV actor. I have a crush on both House (Hugh Laurie) and his wimpy friend Wilson (Robert Sean Leonard). It is always hard to choose between the dangerous older man and the nice but boring old friend. But nothing will come of it because we have commitments and besides crushes aren’t for real.
Back when I was 18 and had a crush on my friend’s older brother, I did hope that he would notice me in that way. I was a college freshman and he was a junior and he seemed interested in me. Or at least he smiled at me, and he had a cute smile. But probably he was being nice and I was being a bit puppyish. He had a girlfriend and I was just his little sister’s friend. I hoped for a while and then it faded away. No harm done. And then I got a real boyfriend and forgot about crushes in the heady experience of falling in love for the first time.
At 45, I spend more time enjoying my children’s first little crushes. I have someone to watch over me and that matters more than any crush. Besides, I’m pretty darn good at looking after myself too.
Posted by Sarala Kron at 10:30 PM