Published Friday, December 05, 2003 by PPQ.
(With abject apologies to REM for the shameless paraphrasing and most probable misinterpretation)
Sweet Jesus someone help me. This crush is debilitating and now I realise that I really shouldn’t have gone for those drinks with the lovely B.
Don’t get me wrong, I really enjoyed myself, but before it was a safe crush and I didn’t really know that much about him. Now though I find myself thinking about him all the time and although I hate to admit it, this thing has metamorphosed from a safe crush to a dangerous case of fancying him. Eeep!
What do I do now?
Can’t tell him how I feel for obvious reasons – work related and the existence of the girlfriend, and worse still, in case I end up with egg on my face (got no spine). And can’t ignore it because the pesky blighter has burrowed himself right into the murky recesses of my subconscious (got my orange crush).
Really, what do I do now?
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