Now that I’ve told my mom, my brother, my best friends and hell, even some coworkers (because, why not?), it seems like the perfect time to tell the internet that I, a fully grown-ass-tax-paying-woman have a crush. Cue the horror.
That’s super dramatic, I know, but having a crush as an adult can be scary. Look, just think of about it: it’s been years since you felt those weird butterflies. You know the kind, not below the belt, but instead in your chest, your stomach and your head every time you think about the person. You find yourself having the urge to doodle your crush’s initials in a notebook, but fuck, we no longer write so all you can do is constantly refresh their Twitter, and Instagram, and their private Facebook page. And hell maybe even their old Tumblr account.
Wait does my crush have a Tumblr? Excuse me while I go check.Read More