I’ve been lookin’ at you from across the room
‘Bout time I got my nerve
Well you might tell me, “Boy, hell naw”
But hell, what can it hurt?
‘Cause I just wanna

Spin you ’round, and ’round this dance floor
Get you drunk on a love like mine
Might wind up and steal a couple kisses
Get your digits if I can find the right line
And you don’t do feelin’s, then baby, if you’re willin’
I’ma do my best to change your mind
‘Cause the way you stole my heart without a sign
Girl, it oughta be a crime

Ok, last post about this crush, last post using a Morgan Wallen song. I was just driving home thinking about how I put a new cocktail on the menu today, and named it “spin you around”. I named it after her. I’ve named countless drinks(that’s not true I could actually find every drink I’ve ever named if I opened the spread sheet) but I’ve never named one with a girl in mind, or about a girl or anything like that. Which speaks volumes because one time I was engaged.

I listened to the song on repeat on my 30 minute drive home, and despite the fact that it’s 1:30 in the morning, I just worked 13 hours, and I’m half asleep, I knew I couldn’t go to sleep without getting this one out. I’ve been writing about this crush, how I feel, etc. Tonight, I’m going to write to her. Here’s what I have to say.

Originally when I decided I’d name a drink after you I knew a couple things, it was gonna be a country song name, and it would have tequila. The original song I picked didn’t fit the way I wanted it to. I was going to name it after that other Morgan Wallen song, Little Rain. The problem with that song is it’s a bit too sexual for me personally, and I think it’s probably the same for you. The reason I liked that song wasn’t the sex parts, but the idea of laying together, listening to the sound of rain and talking about life. That’s an idea I can get behind.

Spin you around is more fitting though, because I haven’t fully captured your attention in the way I want.

I think I’m one of those hopeless romantics in the sense of like, I could picture us sitting on the beach by your house at dusk, with a bottle of wine, talking and me literally spinning you around.

It’s funny this song mentions looking at someone from across the room, because I remember the last time we worked together. You made a joke about coming to my wedding. I made a joke about not being able to invite the girl I have a crush on to my wedding, and that all worked out the way it was supposed to.

I remember when we first started talking a lot when you moved to Italy, and I always had this little thing for you, but as someone who doesn’t enjoy rejection or do well with it, I never made the effort.

‘Bout time I got my nerve.

The truth is, the worst you can say is no, and no is not bad, it’s okay, it’s a part of life, being told no sometimes. They say you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take or some bullshit.

All I can really say is there’s no pressure, you make me wanna be a better person, and a better man, and whatever you possess that makes me feel that way really counts for something.

Get your digits if I can find the right line

Where the skies are gold not gray,

J.