I just realized my sudden and irrational irritation at a lack of attention from a male coworker is in fact me in the midst of a twelve year old girl crush.
(by attention, I mean, I make fun of him until he goes away. I am twelve. Like, a tall twelve with a better arsenal of sarcasm.)
Holy God, if I were less self-aware, I would qualify as a cabbage.
Not funny, hormones. I also just realized he's attractive. So--right. I am actually a cabbage.
ETA: I just realized I am trying ot come up with lame yet plausible reasons to wander by his cubicle one row over. Shoot me now, plz. This is so sad.