He was in part of my (very convoluted, weird, zombie) dream last night. I think there was making out involved. Then I took him to meet my dad...in my dad's bedroom, while he was lying in bed (my dad died 8 years ago). Then I think he was rescuing me from some sort of flood. He disappeared before the zombies arrived.
I've thought about him many times today. Usually I can't wait until Thursdays because it's karaoke night. This week, I can't wait because it means I get to see him.
I haven't had a crush in a loooong time. The last one turned out to be married. This one better not, damnit!