Crush on the (Barista) Boy

Bah, such a cliché. It's so overdone, it's wrong. 

But unfortunately over these past months, I've formed a bit of a crush on the boys that work in the new coffee place that resides in my shopping centre. 

Now while I love coffee, it's not something I drink on the daily. I only have it when I go out with friends to catch-up. 

Around October of last year, a new place moved into the shopping centre where I pretty much live. It's close to our house and...well you know the story - it's our life and it's our shopping centre - naw! 

It was the perfect place to catch-up with friends. But I admit, I wasn't too excited about moving from our old place. 

That was until I saw the baristas. They. Are. Gorgeous. 

When I walked in I understood why be friend wanted us to go there. 

 
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And we've been going there ever since. 

Fast forward to today - that's around eight months - the closest conversation I have had with one of the guys there was my order and a 'thank you'. 

My friend however,  talks to them all the time - she has no problem striking up conversations, asking them questions, making them smile and laugh. 

I stand there and look like a weird gnome - it's embarrassing. 

Despite me not knowing them - at all - I still think that one of them (I don't know which one...yet) would make a great boyfriend for me. 

Just need to start making conversations with them first.

And on Thursday, I tried. 

My friend and I went into the cafe after the rush, when there was hardly anybody in there. After my friend sat down, I stayed talking to a guy about....cronuts. 

You know, the crosseint mixed with a doughnut - or something like that. 

It went well - I managed to have a conversation without looking like a total idiot. 

I just have to do it again now....wish me luck! 

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I should not have said that, I should not have said that!!

I blame my heart - the fuel of my emotions that uses the veins in my body to pump those wild feelings around. 

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Have you ever said something to someone that you probably shouldn't have? 

And has that person been a tall, dark and handsome man you've had your eye on at Uni, work, the cafe? And by some miracle he actually started talking to you and you (sort of) know each other now? 

You have on and off conversations and when the ball is dropped, and you're no longer talking to the tall, dark and handsome (not so much) stranger; you begin to think how you can pick up this ball and throw it in his direction; he'll catch it, and hooray - you have yourself a date. 

Then you've got it!

Something that will make you look like a hilarious goddess that no man can refuse. Something that says 'hey, I'm a great person' while at the same time looks seductively at you with those 'come hither' smoulder eyes. 

You're thinking

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So, in that moment of egotistical euphoria you say/send the thing that was oh-so-hilarious. 

And then your heart freezes and your blood runs cold and you immediately think....

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Something that sounded oh-so-funny and witty at the time is now the dumbest, lamest thing you could have ever said and the tall, dark, handsome (not so) stranger will run for the hills. 

This is when you start freaking out; your heart starts pumping those emotions like crazy and you go wild and you want to scream (but you can't!) so you log off your computer, run away from your desk and start hyperventilating in the corner of your bedroom. 

At least that is what I did - just then. 

I may (or may not - ok well obviously I did) have sent a message to a guy I've been crushing on for weeks. 

As soon as I sent the message - what should have been a hilarious surprise for his Facebook inbox -  I covered my eyes with my hands, started crying, logged onto Blogger and started typing this. 

I'm too scared to log onto Facebook again. 

What if he didn't reply?

What if he did??!! 

I'm a wuss - you know this already. You must. 

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I logged onto Facebook - and he seems to think that I'm actually hilarious. He got the gist of the joke and in his reply kept it going - whoo! 

So I replied again....with an even more hilarious come back.....wait; no!!! 

Here it goes again.....oops. 

My Fantasies are getting Wayyyyy out of Control.

From as young as I can remember (well at least from year 5, anyway) I have lived my love life in fantasy. 
Being a nerdy, ugly, shy, funny child and teenager meant that boys didn't exactly come knocking on my door. At all. 
So, to make up for my lacking (or non-existent) love life I daydreamed it in my head. 
When I was younger, it was of boys from my school. It never left the school yard and usually involved the same guy for a long period of time; I had limited choices. 
I got to High School and while my fantasies stayed in the school community, a wider choice of guys meant I could be more fickle with my crushes and my, well...err, "boyfriends". 
Then it started to spread into the world of Hollywood - celebrities galore! Hooray! I remember I

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had the biggest crush on Max Benitz who played Midshipman Calamy in Russell Crowe's Master and Commander. It literally lasted for years....even thinking about it now......OK Daydreamer, come back to reality girl! 
As I grew older my needs became more dire and the same fantasy grew old very quickly. 
I had different fantasies all over the place. People I knew, celebrities, people I'd make up, book characters, my "ideal" man, etc. 
Then I grew up. 
Sort of. 
I still fantasise. In fact I do it more than ever. 
Instead of outlandish events that would never happen, with guys that are way out of my league/don't know I exist/ too young/old; the guys in my fantasies became more realistic. They became men. Real men that I could have a relationship with. 
I started dating myself, had a better idea of what relationships involved and just basically became an adult about these things. 
They weren't all the time (because, you know, as a young female it can literally take up ALL of your day) and they were in moderation. 
Recently though I'm finding I'm getting more outlandish with my fantasies again. Not good. 
A few weeks ago I discovered this small town band - they're from my town actually, and I even know people who are friends with the band members. 
One of these said band members is quite the attractive fellow, and these past weeks have found me daydreaming about this guy and how great he is. And more importantly, how great we'd be as a couple. 
I haven't even met the guy. 
It's starting to get bad. 
The band has a YouTube channel, which hasn't been updated in over a year. But they'd find an increase in their video views. My bad. 
Don't get me wrong, I love their music but I know I wouldn't be watching it if he wasn't in it. 
So it's begun again. Daydreamer's wild, out there fantasies about love have taken over once more. 
I think I'll need a guy in one of my Uni classes to sweep me off my feet instead. 
That will never happen though. 
Not in real life anyway....

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Love Actually is All Around

I love Love Actually. 
It was on TV last night and I jumped at the opportunity to watch it again. 
It's one of my favourite Christmas movies. 
It's romantic, funny, sad, serious, light, greatest cast ever, the cutest story lines, sexy...man I could go on.

This post has no purpose but this, 

I want to watch it again!!! 

Hm, maybe I should ask Santa for it this year...

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Singles And Dating: A Never Ending Problem

This post is simply about Yahoo Answers.
But let me start at the beginning.

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Recently I have found myself scrolling down the pages of Yahoo, obviously it's answers section, where the internet world can vent their woes to the public.
I find it very entertaining, in particular, the Singles and Dating section.
I found out pretty quickly, that this one was the category to go to for A-class entertainment but also filled up pretty quickly.
Every 30 seconds or so, a new question is asked. And because it's worldwide, it never stops.

The whole world seems to come across obstacles on being alone - then once they do find that special someone, they either have trouble keeping them or are having other troubles in paradise.

This post doesn't have an ending (believe me, I wish it did) but I guess it ties up with the title; that the human race will always find dating/singleton, a confusing place.

* I'd like to note that my intentions weren't to write about this.
That for a while (OK, this evening) I planned on writing about love, and if it's achievable and how.
And I do plan on writing about that, however I need more planning time.
So keep posted on that, and if you find yourself bored in the meantime, you'll know where to go.