I have a crush on a bartender.

This is, in my opinion, "Like, really bad."

He may have a crush back on me. After I told him that I, too, loved horror movies, H. P. Lovecraft, and indeed wrote a senior research paper on Lovecraft (and King and Poe) he asked me if I was trying to make him fall in love with me. In fact, he has been repeatedly stating that he thinks he's falling in love with me. But let's be rational: this is all in the context of a bar, where he is on one side and I am on the other, so those words don't mean what they look like they mean in black-and-white type in a comment box in this corner of the Hub-sphere, the internet, the world.

But today, I'm rereading the Mountains of Madness. Last week I watched Out of the Past at his recommendation. Next week or this weekend I'll watch Kiss Me Deadly at the same.

It's a bad case, I'm afraid. I've been avoiding the bar to prevent the crush from developing. Yesterday, he made me blush.

It's happening and I'm grappling with it, so I'm sharing it with you all.