Crush by default

When guys walk into a new class,

No.

Who am I, Jerry Seinfeld? I don't know what "guys" do or what "women" do. I know what I do, which is unlikely to be anything like any of them. Of course, it would make sense for all guys to do the same, but Guys and Women rarely make sense. Jerry Seinfeld based his career on that fact. Anyway, let's start over.

When I walk into a new class, or any group of new people for that matter, I first search for a place to sit, and then search for a crush. Not necessarily a big one; but there has to be one. Just someone to stare at and admire on boring lesson. Of course, you can't count on every group of people to include a stunning individual, so she doesn't even have to be stunning. Just the best available. A Crush by Default.

So let's see, what do we have:

Lucky for me to join the Alugktogajic course with a quarter of cinema in it. Most Computer courses hardly have any girls in them. Can't understand why, but girls don't expect to get along with computers. However, my class does have a significant number of girls which is good. Some of them are even reasonably stunning.

Now, there's one that could have been model, and I can tell that without even looking at her face. I doubt anyone ever has. This girl is going to have an easy, easy life. Still, it might be a too-obvious choice. And besides, she's got a tattooed rose on her shoulder. I mean, come on, I can handle tattooes, but a rose? It's like sticking a note that says "I'm normal" on your forehead. Next.

There's this dark, pretty good looking girl that smiles a lot. She also laughs a lot. Somebody told a joke, and she's cracking up. No. Absolutely not. Nobody can maintain attractiveness while laughing so much over such a joke.

Now there's this tiny nerdish girl that most people wouldn't even look at, and that's exactly why I like her. I love tiny nerdish girls - and also giant nerdish girls, though they're easier to spot. There's something about their way of behavior that seems, well, Not Normal. They don't care about what's normal and I love them for it. Still, that doesn't mean I should crush myself on every single one, right? So let's keep this one as an option and move on.

Now...

Okay, we've found what we were looking for.

She's not very small, and she isn't redhead or even blonde. She's intelligent; it's the most obvious thing about her, but not in a bad way. She looks much more than Okay. She knows a thing or two about computers, even. She smiles, occasionally. Not frequently. Enough to make a smile an achievement. And she wears oval glasses. I don't know what is it about this kind of glasses, but I like those girls wearing them. Odd? Not more, in my opinion, than saying you like Blondes. Heck, I could fall in love with this girl.

If, of course, I'd ever get to know her.

Which is a problem. Because, you see, once my Crush - even if it's a Crush by Default - is set, I play my part. I act just like you'd expect every average dumb teenager to act while around his Crush. I have trouble talking. When I do talk, I have trouble to stop talking. I immediately stop being witty ol' Red and becomes that closed, silent Fish. I'd do incredibly stupid things to avoid meeting her or talking to her; that's the weirdest part of the whole thing, but if you ever had a Crush, and are anything like me, you know what I mean. In general, I act incredibly, unbelievably, teenagerily stupid.

Life as usual.