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