mizChartreuse! redefining success

By nature, girls are more touchy-feely and emotionally open with one another. We greet each other with kisses and end phone conversations with “I love you!” Indeed, I absolutely love my lady friends.

Love her.

But a couple days ago, I experienced my first real, live, girl crush. Sure, I’m in love with Gwen Stefani and I think Beyonce’s body is bangin’, but this chick made my heart skip a beat.

Urban dictionary’s definition:

1.	girl crush	1815 up, 325 down
	feelings of admiration and adoration which a girl has for another girl, without wanting to shag said girl. a nonsexual attraction, usually based on veneration at some level.

The Green Line ends at Harlem Ave. in Oak Park, so trains often sit idle for a few minutes before departing for their run at a certain time. As I walked toward the waiting train, a gorgeous woman stood in the train conductor’s window. Her long, black hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and she wore semi-reflective aviator sunglasses.

Upon making eye contact with people, my first instinct is to smile–it’s an instant reflex for me. When we looked at each other, we instinctively both smiled at one another. 

Her smile was so big and bright, full of perfect white teeth, framed with gorgeous lips. That smile and little greeting we shared made my heart jump a bit. It was a moment that lasted all of three seconds, but something in my brain chemistry was sparked in that moment.

I deliberately sat in the front car of the train facing the conductor’s room–my heart beating a little harder; weird butterflies in my stomach.

What in the world? It was that fluttery feeling of attraction people get when they’re crushing on others. Except I’d never felt that for a chick! It wasn’t even like we’d really spoken; it was just that brief interaction that set off that warm fuzzy feeling I’ve usually reserved for the opposite sex. 

Am I crazy?  I thought to myself. I’m acting like all those crazy men out there who are convinced they’re in love with me .482 seconds after meeting me. What is this?

Strangely enough, I felt as though I knew what people felt with that love deep-infatuation-at-first-sight thing. I wanted to give her my phone number. I wanted to tell her she was beautiful. I wanted to “get to know her” and “kick it” with her. All things dumb men have told me in public places.

But strangely enough, I felt the feeling was mutual.