2 + 2 = <3
I am analytical. I like to take complex issues and break them down into parts.
I’m like my step-dad, who after taking a personality quiz, laid awake at night analyzing whether or not he is, in fact, analytical.
This is true when it comes to boys. Observe:
In high school I only had about 3-4 real crushes. What is a “real” crush, you ask?
A real crush is defined by the following:
1. It lasts longer than two weeks. This immediately eliminates those cute boys you meet once at a concert and never see again — unless you’re their friend on Facebook.2. The boy stars in nearly all daydreams. Sometimes he’ll star or guest star in a real dream as well. (This means you think about him way too much.)3. You attribute something strange to him (via observation, nickname, etc.). For example, if his initials were ATP, you’d call him Andenosine Triphosphate. Or you notice how many times he wears primary colors versus secondary.4. You hate his girlfriend. The crush is fading or never really began if you start befriending his girlfriend.
So, with that being said, in high school I had a few crushes, but in college I’ve had many more.
This is a matter of simple arithmetic. Since, for me, a crush typically begins with attraction, then becomes, uh, less shallow by being based on similar beliefs, that narrows down my crush-candidates.
Say there are 10 boys at my church in my 6-year range (6 years older is my max, my minimum is one year younger). Only 5 are cute. Only 3 believe in predestination (for example). That means I have a maximum crush value of 3.
But at school, there are 1,000 boys in my 6-year range. Assuming that I will not have the chance to meet all of them, we’ll compare both groups proportionally. There are 100 times as many boys at IWU than at my church. This means there are probably close to 500 cute boys at IWU and only 300 with the same predestination viewpoint.
I now have a maximum crush value of 300.
This is my problem. No wonder I had so many crushes last year!
But this is not what’s so bizarre. That is simple math. Though it may not be 100 percent accurate, the fact that I like more boys at school than at home makes sense.
What’s weird is the type of boy I’m attracted to.
Last weekend I tried to explain to my friend Heather why I liked this particular boy. Nothing sensible came out of my mouth. I don’t know why I like him; I especially don’t know why I’ve liked him for so long.
I have come to the conclusion that I can have one of three crushes:
a. One based on reason – it makes sense to like him, but there’s little attraction.b. One based on attraction – it makes no sense to like him, but there’s lots of attraction.c. Both a & b
This crush of mine falls into the category of “b.” I am attracted to him, but I have no real reason to. We don’t have similar interests. We have different values.
Again, while thinking about this crush, I came to the conclusion that I would rather have a “b” crush over an “a” crush, if “c” wasn’t available. I would rather marry a “b” guy than an “a” guy.
Because I can reason anything into existence.
I can convince myself of anything; I can comprehend nearly any equation, if I think really, really hard about it. I can lie to myself. I can read between the lines.
But I cannot make myself attracted to anyone.
This sounds a little cynical, but I believe it to be true for myself. I able to understand complex math and receive an A in a class I hate, but I can’t convince myself to stop crushing over some guy.
Signed, a hopeless romantic.
October 5, 2009