Have you ever had a crush on someone or been infatuated? You know, that age-old institution of infatuation, or that terminal-case-of-utmost-stupidity-that-allows- you-to-debase-yourself-'till-a-computer-virus-has-more-diginity-than- do-you affliction?

Infatuation is truly a scientific phenomenon, for generally one becomes infatuated for the weirdest reasons. It strikes without warning, and what once was a "My, he seems to be a member of the human race" fast exponentiates to "My, God incarnate has seen fit to inhabit the same earth within a seven mile radius as does I!" Other surefire signs of infatuation are as follows:

1.) You are so attuned to his physical appearance you notice when he's shed wrist hair.

2.) A glimpse of her from down the street is enough for you to start sending out invitations to your wedding.

3.) Your idea of ecstasy is when he asks you to typeset his 512 page senior thesis on your parent's mainframe computer at their corporation.

4.) You join alligator-wrestling just to be in her club.

5.) Your car breaks down, you leave it at the gas station, you have a friend drive you to work, you ask from your dreamboat a ride home in hopes of luring him upstairs, and then you call your friend for a lift to pick up your car.

6.) Her image appears in your computer screen.

etc., etc., etc.

Years ago before I met my husband, I had this infatuation with a fellow employee who had no interest in me romantically what-soever. Granted, we were in the same clubs, we went to the movies together, but while I was thinking, "Okay, last week he (gasp!) shook my hand goodbye...maybe he'll actually look at me this time!" he was probably thinking "Gee, wonder where I could find another Apple computer to keep in my car..." But did I give up? Did I have the dignity to realize that it was futile? Hell no!

The dangerous thing about an infatuation is that when a super guy does come along, you're about as ready to reliquish fantasies about Mr. God's Gift to Memememe as easily as you're ready to say byebye to winning the lottery - there's the rest of your life ahead of you, just waiting to be dedicated to the pursuit of the Mission Impossible!!! Why let a little thing like reality come into play when your hormones and emotions resemble the Last Days of Pompeii?

Infatuation must run its course. Sometimes all one needs is a healthy dose of reality; the human race is good for that. At other times, only the sheer embarrassment of making a complete ass of yourself will do it for you; I remember once in college that I had sent a card of undying passion to a fellow....I realized the hopelessness of it after seeing his pink triangle during the annual Gay Awareness day.

You'll learn in The Inner Personal Edge how to bonk yourself on the head with reality when crushes strike. After all, crushes end up wasting your time when you could be finding a member of the human race to embrace.

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