Hi Kay,
Let’s see what your story is all about.
"I've got a crush on you!" he whispered to me as we stood side by side in the back of the room at the refreshment table. Nearly everyone else had taken their seats and the two of us had lingered, as we did every week, until the last possible moment before I would have to find my seat as he made his way to the front of the class to begin teaching.
This sentence is a bit long. I suggest making it two with a break at maybe “every week”
My heart skipped a beat at his words. Did I hear him right? I chanced a sidelong glance at him as he turned to walk away and, catching the glimmer in his eye, knew that I had indeed heard right. I wanted to reach out and take his arm, turn him around. I didn't want the moment to slip away. I was sure the whole room must hear the thundering of my heart and only a blind person could miss the flush on my cheeks.
This is a great paragraph. You’ve filled it with emotion without going too far.
As he began speaking to the class, I slipped up the aisle to a front row seat. I couldn't meet his eyes, I couldn't look away, I hung on his every word, I didn't hear a word he said. Suddenly my whole world consisted of those six simple words he had uttered to me in the back of the room. I kept replaying them, over and over again in my head. I was thrilled, shocked, excited, scared to death - a whole myriad of emotions swirled in my heart. But above it all, those words, those words!
I’m wondering what kind of class he teaches.
I sat through the class with the sly, secret knowledge that this man who took my breath away, who delighted me, made a pass at me! Admittedly, not the smoothest pass, fairly lame and decidedly old-fashioned, nevertheless those words were an arrow straight to my heart. I would never be the same.
The next few days were agony. Had I misinterpreted what happened? Was it just a meaningless flirtation that I fantasized meant way more than it did? How foolish was I? But that look, that LOOK! I saw it in his eyes, didn't I? And then, an email! I couldn't open it fast enough. It had to be an eloquently worded missive (for he was quite the wordsmith and oh God, how I loved his mind!) I shut out the entire office--phones, clients, co-workers, everything--and settled in to read the words I longed to hear. And there it was. A JOKE?! A forwarded email joke?Not even a very funny one, just a random, commonly-circulated email joke. I read every word, several times, looking for the slightest nuance that could indicate a meaning behind the actual content. Nothing. I couldn't even bring myself to answer his email. The remainder of the day passed in a dejected fog. Finally, I decided to dash off a witty reply to his lame joke that had been my undoing for the day. At least I could try to salvage some shred of my dignity by matching his cavalier attitude with my nonchalance.
It sounds like he toying with her. Or else he just doesn’t know how to follow up.
Arriving at my office the next morning, I opened my email to find another message from him. Great, I thought, another lame joke to dash my hopes. But at the very least I could have him as a friend, if not a love interest. I opened the email, already formulating in my mind the clever things I would say in response. And I read, "I get excited when I see your name pop up on my email!" I knew it! I knew I saw THAT look in his eyes. The following weeks were a blur of anticipation, each contact with him another celebration of the realization of a true love.
Now, all these years later, I still can feel that delicious shiver down my spine when I recall that initial, tentative, whispered declaration of love. "I've got a crush on you."
Well, it appears he was a pretty smooth Romeo after all.
Well done. You’ve packed a great story into a few paragraphs.
Ariion
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