Blue crush.

The phrase used to describe when one has a crush almost immediately after a breakup (ie when you’re blue).

Some people call it a rebound. As hottie Jim said last night on The Office, a rebound “can be a really fun distraction. But, when it’s over, you’re really thinking about the girl you really like. The one that broke your heart.”

I have a blue crush. Soon, huh? Another work person, of course, because that appears to be my M.O. Like I didn’t learn my lesson from Him and RCB. But this one seems different. Weeks ago, he expressed interest in me to a mutual friend. Not sure if she told him my status (because, as far as she knew, it was precarious at best). Saw him at the party last night. We might have danced (I never dance. And I wasn’t even drinking.). He might have even twirled me. Maybe he got me a drink and, before he went to get it, said, “don’t move, I’ll be right back.” Perhaps, today, we emailed back and forth.

An easy distraction? An insecure search for attention? A desperate attempt to feel wanted and cute and wanted and fun and wanted?

Maybe, if you knew that I saw RCB yesterday, that we spent over an hour, in my office, talking (really talking), your opinion would change. (Unfortunately, RCB’s opinion has not changed. But our conversation was good nevertheless. And worthy of a blog entry in the near future.)

But for now, let’s just crush. It’s way more fun.