When We Like You

There are things that women do when we like a guy. Things that most of us will likely never admit; because we fear that the object of our affections will presume we're crazy. Well, guess what. We are. We're over-analytical, pensive, dreamy, demanding, sensitive, quirky little creatures, and I, for one, am not ashamed to wear that skin with pride. So, what kind of things am I talking about?

Well, there's the requisite "what does my first name sound like with his last name?," cursive-writing in a notebook to practice our future signature, ga-ga foolishness we pull immediately following date number one. Cookie Fellow. Yep, he's perfect for me. Not to mention the thoughts that run through our head when we see the first kiddie picture of our crush. We're always thinking about the future. Enough said.

We absolutely adore attention. When our heart's desire is too busy to give it to us, we search for it via other means (::pulls mind from gutter::). Hence why we rarely delete a sweet voicemail message or an endearing e-mail. Like the message that is currently housed in a safe place for the next 30 days on my cell phone that says, "Hey, it's Charming Fellow. I'm just getting the tires rotated on my car and I was bored, so I thought I'd call." Swoon! I've listened to it five times.

We like spending quality time with our men of choice. And for some reason, we require that time to be fully and completely documented. We have a box full of letters, cards, concert tickets, bowling scores, movie stubs, dried flowers, the label he peeled from his beer bottle on our third date... That, and we cuddle up with that t-shirt he left behind at our house, in an effort to cling to his special, lingering man-scent just a little bit longer.

And last of all, we think our beau is handsome, which means lots of photos. Pictures on our nightstand, pictures on our computer, pictures on our cell phones, pictures on our blogs. All of which are ogled, stared at and admired on the daily; even moreso than pictures of ourselves (and that's saying a hell of a lot coming from this narcissist).

The good news is, this overdose of crushing helps keep our creative and romantic juices flowing fresh. Trust me, when the honeymoon is over, he'll thank his lucky stars that we still find ways to surprise him.