So I promised myself to give up on the whole crush on B, but dammit I spent nigh on 8 hours with him yesterday, and it's all come crashing (crushing?) back. I shall now refer to him as The Dreamboat (a moniker which my older brother came up with) because it is oh-so apt.

It's so hard to think realistically when I've got a crush. I just turn into more of a a freak. I start imagining perfect, fairy-tale scenarios, I obsess and I find it difficult to concentrate on anything for more than five minutes.

Yesterday, The Dreamboat and I has to spend 8 hours together on business. He picked me up from my place at 7.15am and with the majority of the time being travel and lunch, I felt more like we were on a first date than on business. It was so strange, but we only discussed work for about an hour, and the rest of the time we spent finding out about each other with playful banter and gentle ribbing. And the more I get to know him, the more I think we'd be great together.

With us together, the Sunday paper would be covered. With him, I would no longer feel bad for the supplements I had spurned in favour of the Travel, Arts (Review) and magazine sections. He'd read those 'other' sections and the Sunday paper's destiny would be fulfilled.

The Dreamboat and I would make the perfect Sunday-paper-reader-combination.

What more can I say?

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