W
hen I have a crush on someone, I start to think about him all the time.
It's like I can't help myself. I'll be doing the dishes or sitting in class and thoughts of
him will start to surface:
"After I do the dishes, let's see, take care of the trash, hmm, wonder what he's doing now,
go to the bank, pick up milk and lettuce, maybe I should invite him over for dinner sometime,
gotta call Mom, wonder what his mom's like... study tonight, and the way he walks!
and study tonight, and his hair! why can't I concentrate anymore?"
I become inordinately interested in things having to do with him. I developed
an intereest in Albania, bicycle touring, country-western music, dancing,
late night jazz, and even house paint, because of the people I've had crushes on.