Just thinking about it makes our cheeks turn all rosy and cute and stuff. You know what we're talking about, ladies.
He's the one. The one that makes your knees buckle when you get a whiff of his scent as he walks past you in the school hallway. The one that makes you want to throw up when he gives you a coy hello in that oh so ~*~sexy~*~ way that he does. The one who you imagine as the father of your three future children (two boys, one girl) living in a tasteful mansion behind a white picket fence in Suburbia, USA.
You're his stalker, and he's your crush.