RED LIGHT GREEN LIGHT I’ve got a crush. I liked him the first day I saw him. His voice is distinct and his cologne mystic. I am hypnotized. I feel like a kid again, in an open field. I feel like playing games, not playing games but a game. Red Light, Green Light. To let him know I’ve got a crush or not. To approach or not. We speak, exchange friendly glances but then… Red light. I stop. I am not sure. I second guess. I hesitate. Another day, Another chance. Smile. Smile back. Exchange pleasantries. I laugh. I throw my head back and show all my teeth. I lean in. I brush up against him slightly. I give all the right signals. Green Light. GO!