crush

Baby, I feel the same way about you that I do about hamburger helpers.

In this analogy, the exploding bomb is the girl replying "Ewww, gross, you're a creepy schmuck and I award you two out of ten hottie points" and ignoring me. My bomb-ravaged body represents my self-esteem.

AND she only used one "y." I'VE NEVER FELT SO INSULTED IN MY LIFE.

She should set her inbox filter to deny scrubs.

Sorry.

When a friend telling you another of their friends likes you turns awkward...