Last night we met friends at the Pickerel, where I explained to Jeff that I like Josh because he is the only person in town other than me who illustrates an opinion by making the wrist flicking jerk-off motion so beloved by my working class compatriots.
Greta, as a woman, is another enjoyable rarity in the realm of mad scientists – though I never knew that as a child she trained to be an Olympian speed skater! She served up an entertaining account of scaring off attackers with with her shiny, dangerous skates – highly amusing!
On December 1 Jeffrey posted a public challenge on his Crush of the Week blog that declared So bring it on. Have a crush on something good for you for once. If you do it I will.
I formally took him up on the dare, but haven’t checked on his progress since.
His original (drunken) observation was about truly nice folks being passed over by those who like to fuck danger more than people.
We defined the rules of the dare as: Jeffrey cultivating a crush on someone who can play a meaningful role in his life, with the hope that the emotion will be reciprocated.
How am I participating in the scheme? I could probably win the race if I had any sort of crush at all.
But Jeffrey points out, correctly, that he has never met a woman as disconnected as me. I would prefer to flirt, but learning how did not lead to something I can describe as infatuation. Though I disagree with the parallel Jeffrey assessment that I find snipers hot; no, more worryingly, I find them amusing.
Also: Jeffrey is literally the only person in the world (let alone Cambridge) who would dare chew on my shoulder:
