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Slushes, crushes and lust in translation...

Posted Jul 01 2008 4:11pm 1 Comment
Crush.



Doesn’t the word crush imply some form of pain? I have always wondered why they would use a word that means being broken and smashed into a thousand pieces to describe when you have a “thing” for a person…but then again, maybe the person who came up with this little word had aprecognisancefor what is usually the outcome of one.



Well, I broke the "no going out streak" I was on by planting myself two nights straight at this hip, trendy spot in town called “Lime”.



Actually, it was an accident how I made it out two nights in a row and at the same place for that matter. But, the first night was intentional.




I like this place. It is open and breezy; reminds me of some places I went to in Europe and in LA. Minus the American essence that is thick in the air upon entering… but they play good music; have excellent drinks and great service. And good food! I forgot that one…



It is refreshing to come across a place where as a woman, I feel comfortable sitting up at the bar and able to enjoy my friends and and the essence/ vibe without being tackled from all sides...And as an entrepreneur myself, I always respect genius when I see it.



Back to the story...



The second night was me and a friend meeting other friends who were going there . They never showed up, but that is beside the point. I ran into more friends than I had time to talk to that night.



I think we both felt a little dumb…being there two nights consecutively.



But a pitcher of sangria later and our self consciousness was replaced with another pitcher of sangria…



I have only been to this place a handful of times, but each time I have been I have noticed a man who the first time I made eye contact with him, made me take note to definitely make eye contact again.



Oh how I love those rare times you come across someone who every time your eyes meet, you feel lust in translation. As well as lost in translation… I suppose both could be accurate.



That does not happen for me often. I am a girl who will look you dead in the eye. And if you continue to look at me I will continue to look at you. But it is usually out of that magnetic feeling you get when you know someone keeps looking at you and youshouldn’t look back because you’re not interested but like a train wreck you just can’t help yourself. It’s not that you want to keep looking; it is just that it keeps happening.



But in this case, I wanted to keep looking. Since that feelingdoesn’t happen too often with me, I was going to have my little eye foreplay as long as I desired too. My little gift to myself for the long day I had put in.



But my friend caught me “lust in translation” and asked me who was making me space out and I replied, “my little crush”. So we got on the topic of the definition of crush. Which I found out was relative. She considered a crush to be someone who you would want to date or get to know because he is relationship material. Ididn’t even know the guys name I was having eye hockey with so my definition of crush was just someone who captured my attention and longing with his very presence in the room.



With us going back and forth with what would be the correct “definition” of a crush I decided to come up with a new word for my concept of a crush.



SLUSH…



Slush, is a crush you only want to taste… not necessarily get to know. Like on a hot summer day when you are hot as hell and along comes the slushy truck… you pick your favorite flavor and in that moment partake in the sticky sweetness...



My version of a crush…



So there we were- me and my friend, who I will affectionately refer to as “trouble” for the time being. We were sitting at the bar and it all came flooding back to me; why I hate going out. On my left I had an older gentleman sitting next to me. Nice man who struck up a conversation with me. Ididn’t mind talking with him, as I knew he felt uncomfortable being there because he shared that in our initial conversation.



Ididn’t mind it until it got to the point where Icouldn’t even speak to my friend without being interrupted every minute on the minute by these guys sitting next to me. This is when I became annoyed. Then my poor friend had a man sitting to the right of her that was dropping names off his tongue faster than an exotic dancer drops her clothes and when he mentioned a private jet to her I think I actually heard her gagging reflex going into action.



By the end of the hour I was leaning to the right to get away from the men next to me and she was leaning to the left to get away from the man next to her until we looked like Siamese twins attached at the head.



Other than that I was having a good time. Eventually the men left and we were back to being able to separate our heads and sit fully in our own seats.



And I kept drinking up the essence of my slush as I sipped my sangria. Eventually I made it outside to some friends who were sitting on the patio. And up walked my slush. Finally… I would get a proper introduction and actually have a name to put to the eyes that had held me prisoner most the evening…



We were briefly introduced and the girl sitting with me, who was his friend, mentioned how she noticed him studying me. But then something strange happened. Hewouldn’t look me in the eye anymore. They were trying to get him engaged in our conversation and he would look everywhere but at me. She started laughing saying she had never seen him be that way. I mean, it got to the point where I found him to be rude.



And just like that my slush melted into a puddle of nothing.



Men! After all my years of writing and studying I still have no idea...



It was much better when Ididn’t know his name, what he did or who he was…



When the distance of the room was closer than the space I now felt with him standing right in front of my face.



Slushesare best kept at arm’s length I suppose; or in this case restaurant length…



If you are in Nashville, check out Lime. Have a sangria, think of me and my friend “trouble”.



Maybe you will find your own version of the slush/crush and be lust in translation yourself…



If not, you will at least have some of the best drinks in town!











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well uhh if u realy wanted it to go farther with your slush he would have been willing...you see he had only enuf confidence to look at u wen u wer across the room because that was a safe distance and he figured he would never get to talk to you anyway so it was safe to look....but when he actually got the chance to meet you he froze...his adrenaline was pumping and all he could think about was how he wanted to get to know u instead of planning ways to get to know you...more then likely this guy didnt have too much experiance with the opposite sex...its nerv recking realy..like the first girl i kissed i was overjoyed that she kissed me but as it turnes out i must of been so overjoyed that i basicly became a statue for the rest of the day...after that we just cuddled and i think she got bored and long story short i never got much more then that kiss...so what needs to be done in cases like this is that the guy either needs to grow some balls and break the ice...or the girl needs to realise that she likes him and he oviously likes her due to the eye contact...so she can grow some balls and break the ice...i know its frustrating when a girl has to make the first move but if a guy in a bar is willing to give you his attention in a bar full of hotgirls then it might be worth it...i mean he was looking at you afterall...and he wanted you...he wasnt trying to be rude he was just nerv recked...besides he actually was looking at you wen u guys got closer...he just waited till u had your head turned or somthing so u wouldnt notice...personally after looking into a girls eyes and she looking back for that long and then getting a chance to get closer i would of continued the eye contact but then thats wer i fail...i could make eye contact all day but when around a crush the cat gets my toung and its hard to speak much less think...its odd that we have such a desire to hold somone in our arms but then when we get the chance we freeze...its like so stupid but unavoidable...the best thing to do is just say fuckit what do i have to lose and ask if they would like to break the touch barrier with them...=( anyone wanna give me a hug? rofl

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