So, it just wouldn't be my life if I didn't have crushes on at least three guys at one time. There is one in particular that keeps showing up in my dreams. We'll call him Jack. This is the one I had last night:
[In the back seat of a car]
Jack: I think I know why you act the way you do around me. You think I'm hot.
Me: [Burying my head into his shoulder] Oh, no! I can't look you in the eye anymore!
[Jack tilts my chins upward with his manly hand, looks into my eyes, and then lays one on me. A good one, even. Then he gives me his credit card. I then proceeded to show off said credit card to all of my friends. And they were jealous.]
That is love, ladies and gentlemen.
What does this say about me?