Plenty of people can admit to having crushes; crushes that consist of seeing a beautiful girl at a concert or meeting a handsome guy in class. Some crushes come and go while others turn into relationships. However, sometimes crushes go beyond just crushing, if you will. They exceed the norms of writing "Mrs. Jennifer Krasinki," on notebooks and reciting in your head what you will say next time you see her in class.
Crushing has turned into stalking thanks to the Internet and well, creepy individuals.
If the phone never rings more than twice and a text message is never left unanswered, you may have a problem on your hand. Chances are your stalker
constantly has their phone in a special pocket as well as a super special ring-tone that sounds something like the wedding march every time you call.
She magically appears in places you are. Funny seeing her in the paleontology section of your library where you chose to study because it is dark, quiet and there is one desk hidden in the corner. Not.
Every time you are around, a creepy smile is smeared across his or hers face. They can't help it. You are just so charming. Their eyes widen as you speak, and they listen in as though you are reading the secret ingredients of Famous Amos cookies.
He is at your table every Tuesday night—for your entire shift— because he just happens to love
taco Tuesday. Sure, requesting the chips and salsa to be refilled 18 times and then asking you a new question about yourself is not obvious at all.
She laughs at everything you say, and by laugh, she laughs loudly and obnoxiously. There is no volume to turn down. No prediction in how the next laugh will sound because each laugh is different.
She knows everything about you and there is nothing you can do about it. Thanks to the Internet, she now knows every school you attended, every job you held, seen a picture of every ex-girlfriend and even knows your dog’s name.
He asks if you are feeling better because he saw on your Facebook you mentioned you were sick a week ago. That explains itself.
Her favorite songs are your favorite songs. How ironic. She totally saw that survey you did on MySpace--two months ago--and has taken it upon herself to research and memorize each song you listed as a favorite.
He slips how nice your parent’s house looks in casual conversation before forgetting there is no way he would normally know that (had he not clicked on the album "Thanksgiving 2008," on your Facebook).
These are just simple indicators you may have more than a crush
on your hands. So remember, next time you mention a dire love for someone, you may want to verify whether you are going to go home and search them on the Internet or just admire from a far.
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