2003-11-04 | 10:15 a.m.

Dear Boy,

How tragic that you looked so good yesterday. Your face was lit up in that wonderful smile, and I caught myself checking you out at least ten times.

This is not good.

I don't want to have a crush on you when you have a girlfriend. I don't want the tinglies in my tummy. I don't want to believe there can be more than a work-based aquaintance.

You will leave sooner rather than later, and you will never have time for anything beyond what it is now.

Damn you for being good-looking, smart, and interesting.

Damn you again for all the same reasons.

-s1

</>