someone fetch me my smelling salts, I do feel the vapors coming on

A little under two days until Dorkfest 2007 (aka, Anime Expo 2007) approaches. I have not looked at the official programme, or checked the maps to anything, which is kind of a big deal for me, as unknown situations tend to put me on edge, and I like to have an idea of where I'm going, etc, etc. Though you would never know it considering my great ability on getting people lost (it's a gift. And a curse.), especially in foreign countries!

I'll get to it sometime tonight. Maybe. I have the next three days off from work, which is a relief, because it seems like the past few weeks have been nothing but processing inventory, returning inventory, and shelving inventory. And plotting various ways to kick the stupid manga kids out of my aisle, but that is an epic poem in the making, so I'll say no more.

Instead, I would like to share a semi-disturbing, possibly funny work-related incident. So, we all agree that I see less action than a panda, and mostly that's by choice and my freakish, emotionally retarded design (and my apparently impossibly high standards, one of which seems to be 'thou shalt live in another country, so I may pine for thee from afar, like some kind of sucker') and I have fleeting moments of oh, let's face it, where I feel like if there is no making out NOW, there will be an incident of extreme unpleasantness, but they pass, much like blue moons. The last people I have been vaguely interested in were: Chris, the cute Welsh boy who is now the equivalent of my White Whale, The Not Cute Coffee Boy (probably only 19 years old, surprisingly deep voice). that cute Clinique girl who has duo toned hair, and when I went on Vacation with the three travelers of the apocalypse - That Cute Chinese Scottish guy, Mark the really cute Scottish guy, and Ben, the Irish Waiter in London.


All very enjoyable crushes, nothing I could conceivably pursue for a variety of reasons (Distance, the statutes of stalking, age neurosis, etc.) and you'll notice that no one from work is on that list, because I am if nothing else, a consummate professional.

Please stop laughing now.

UNTIL, yesterday, in an influx of crazy hormonal distraction, coworker V*, who I have regarded as something of a younger brother that I never had, as he is a) younger, b) Asian, c) annoying in the way I imagine younger siblings would be, came to work, all stubbly and windblown, and carrying a motorcycle helmet.

There was a horrified pause. And then Why Hello There, quickly followed by, Dude, this is V and very very disturbing.

I had no idea I had a thing for boys on motorcycles, because fiery crashy zoomy death has always overridden the entire leather/engine rumbling mystique of motorcycles for me, but V, all unshaven and carrying a helmet (he has motorcycle gloves!) flipped a switch.

And now I'm kind of grossed out, because before, I had never thought of V as a guy I would be attracted to, because aside from a few personality quirks and charmingly familiar Asian neurosis, his religious views, six year age difference, and aura of The Other Guy in the drama (you know the other guy. He's the one that never gets the girl and not for actual decent reasons, but because his personality is just flawed to the point where you wonder what the girl ever saw in him in the first place). Plus his entire apathy for doing anything besides playing arcade games would be the kiss of death to any future alternate universe relationship we might have had. I can already picture the conversation - "So do you want to go on a date?" "Does it involve me leaving the house at any point in time?" "Well, yes." "*whines* But I'm comfortable nooooooow."

So yeah.

This too shall pass.

*obviously not his real name. I do not know that many people with mere initials, I am being STEALTHY.

Despite some reservations (I completely missed the kerfluffle about strikethrough LJ), I decided to make my other account a permanent one. I don't know if I'll be crushw_eyeliner two years from now (have I ever been about aging gracefully? Graceless is pretty much what I end up with a lot of the time), or where I'll be, but even if my life goes more private, I'll always have something to obsess about.