It’s all down to coincidence, whether an opportunity to strike a conversation arises. It will happen if it’s meant to happen.
As someone who was recently infatuated, I say create the opportunity, if thats possible in this instance. I doubt you will regret it but you certainly will regret not trying, for a time.
Here is my tale of infatuation....
9 months ago I seperated from my partner of 14 years. A couple of months ago, being keen to mingle, I ventured into a new bar. I was instantly struck by the beauty and dangerous grace of one of the staff. I though "well, shes too good lookin for me to have a chance." This thought was quickly followed by the thought "check yourself, fool." So I talked to her. And then I found myself going to that bar once or twice a week in the hope that she would be working. Any time she was, I sat at the bar and we talked and the sporadic chat got better and longer over the weeks. I was sure she was interested, certain she was flirting and adamant that I noticed her, more than once, looking at me across the bar only to look away when I caught her eye.
I knew from the moment I saw her that I wanted to ask her out but I delayed in the hope that simple exposure to my raw animal magnetism would make her more likely to say yes. Plus, I didnt want to overtly hit on her while she was working. She had enough of that to deal with. After a few weeks of this dance I became increasingly pre occupied with her, cursing the nights she wasn't working and double cursing the nights she was but I didnt ask her out. All day I would think "tonight is the night I will ask her out." So one night I asked her out. She said no. The disappointment was real but the relief was turly liberating. 3 days later I no longer cared. I don't frequent the bar nearly as much these days but Im comfortable in her company. Infatuation can be all encompassing but its a bubble thats easy burst, in my experience.
And sometimes it works in ones favour. Last September I met a girl at a festival, a phenomenal wild beauty, a party animal. Again my initial thought was that I had no chance, such was her beauty and the gaggle of men following in her wake. But I was in Festival Mode and I am invincible when in Festival Mode so I approached her. We danced and we drank and we talked but unlike all the others I didn't hit on her (for the riff holds sway at a festival) and at the end of 2 days mayhem she came to me with her number on a piece of paper. We had a fabulous 6 weeks before she moved to Mexico. My infatuation lasted a week after she was gone. Again, it was real but the bubble soon bursts. And it was totally worth it.
I have no regrets from either of these infatuations. And that, my friend, is important in the pursuit of happiness.