I had a crush on someone.
First time I saw him, 15 years ago, I think I may have drooled a little bit
. But I was married, so obviously wasn't going there. I saw him regularly, every week, and had very erotic thoughts about him. Tall, dark, handsome, funny, sexy... Oof.
Anyhoo. 11 years on- my marriage broke down (not related to Mr Crush). One night, after much drink was taken by both of us, we did the dirty. And have been together ever since (just over three years now).
Turns out he had a crush on me too
. But he was amazed when I admitted my crush on him- he said I played it really cool (thank god , because I worried a good few times that I'd shown my hand, as it were).
The reality is better than the dream, I have to say. Sure he can be annoying at times, and he can belch for England, but the sex...Omg 