I don't know if this is venting per se, but I need to exteriorize this as I feel more and more stupid as time goes on.
Ever since I can remember, I've always had a type. Every single guy I met/dated came close to this "ideal" in my head, but not a single of them was the exact embodiment of what I exactly envisioned in my mind. It was a whole package, from the physical aspects to the personality traits. I even went as far as drafting a 6 page list describing this "ideal" man. The list was drafted in 2018, when I had met someone who came rather close, but I knew wasn't what I was looking for. Again, all of these guys seem to display all the characteristics on paper, but I just knew from the get go there was something missing.
Fast forward, here comes 2019 when I entered the most critical and character shaping year of my twenties. I moved into a company I had severe doubts about and it was slowly eating away consuming my confidence. I was deeply unhappy there and the last thing I wanted to do was befriend anybody at this company. I just wanted to leave. Yet, by some twist of events, it became the most social professional experience of my entire life. I remember sitting at my desk minding my own business and feeling this glance towards me every single a specific person walked past. I didn't notice it at first, but after a few weeks, I notice it's always this same guy. I was so closed off not wanting to deal with anyone that I hadn't even noticed his existence when under normal circumstances, I would have certainly noticed him the moment he set a foot in the office. From the moment I noticed it was him who kept glancing, it seemed as though the Universe was conspiring to put us on the same path. I had never ever ran into the same person so many times in my entire life, especially someone I didn't directly work with in an office of 2,500 people and 3 buildings. I didn't even run into my own teammates as much as I did with this guy. I won't dive into the details of the interesting encounters, because it would be far too long. He was so gorgeous, polite, smiley whenever he was around. The most charming guy I have ever seen and met in my entire life! His energy was simply mesmerizing, a true manifestation of the type I'd be into. It was more than just the physical appearance. I wouldn't know how to explain, but generally, if it's just based on physical appearance infatuation, you simply get that instinctual basic feeling. I was attracted to him, but it wasn't that usual instinct you get when you see an attractive person. It wasn't it at all. I've had that countless times and even experienced that with someone else during that time, but it wasn't that. I really cannot explain into words because it's an odd type of attraction.
I left the company a year ago and I haven't seen this guy since February 2020, but my mind is still right where it was in 2019. I can't shake him. I don't know what it is. I'm a 31 year old woman with a very logical mind, a busy lifestyle and rather decent prospects, but he's still there haunting my memory and mind almost two years later. I don't recall experiencing this type of long-lasting "crush" on someone I haven't dated. I don't particularly want to get him off my mind either, but I feel rather juvenile pining over a guy as if I were 15 in high school and day dreaming about the cute guy in my arts class. It is an absolutely ridiculous feeling, but nothing seems to be working. I'm extremely busy at work, studying part-time on the side, running every day, investing in myself yet he's still there. Even when I had a rich social life pre-pandemic, I couldn't shake him then. I'm quite mad at the Universe because I didn't want to join that company in the first place, but needed the salary increase despite the fact that the job was downright horrible. Now, I'm stuck with the memory of a "crush" I haven't had a chance with on top of this. I wonder why the Universe put him in my path if it's to have me pine over the memory of him. I sometimes wish I could actually live a real romance happy ending in real life instead of a romanticized/idealized version in my dreams. Nothing has changed from my high school days. I'm still the girl who crushes and dreams about a cute guy, but that's where the story ends. It's quite disheartening and I feel completely dumb. I'm starting to think I'm the problem.
This story is certainly pointless next to other posts on here, but I felt the need to exteriorize this.