When I was in 8th grade, I had a crush on the kid that sat next to me in Social Studies class. The teacher would play all these horrible educational movies and I would write notes to my friend Sarah who sat next to me and in between note writing, I would stare at the boy.

I think it became symbolic for all my romantic interludes to come. I stare at somebody, think about what could happen, and then nothing ever does because all I'm doing is staring.

It's a good thing someone finally stared back. Or else I might've been alone for the rest of my life.