My roommates have been teasing the hell out of me regarding Darkside and my well-known thing for him. I manage to behave myself fairly well around Darkside, showing my friendship by clobbering him over the head and other similarly violent forms of self-expression. "We're seeing how much we can hurt each other without getting in trouble."
At home, or not near Darkside, I giggle, I blush, I panic. I giggle. I giggle a lot.
I think it's time to go on a process-hunt again. It's odd. The deeper for him I fall, the less overwhelmingly attractive I find him. He still has the quality that makes me turn towards him over anyone else, but he doesn't trigger my hormones off as violently as he previously did.
Now is the time for getting to know him better, not the time for fucking.