I got it bad

Yep. I do.

Remember the guy that I was telling you about?

Remember he gave me flowers?

Remember when I got put off by him for not believing in God?

Well, forget all that.

Because, I think, I think, I may like him. Bad.

Bad.

Bad.

Bad.

He is so nice. So sweet. So hot. So charming. So thoughtful. So smart. So dedicated. So considerate.

Everything that I look for in a guy.

Except faith - which I must admit is on my top three requirements for a perfect guy.

I absolutely have a crush on this guy.

I'd put a photo of him but we're not allowed to bring our mobile phones while working.

Damn it, this ends now.