I had a dream last night wherein I was making kissy-face with the Cute Desk Guy in the parking lot next door. Massive confusion followed upon waking; upon seeing the Cute Desk Guy at work (wouldn't you know...) I realized that yeah, I so totally had one of those crushes on him. I had a word with my subconscious. And it seems to be one of those things that I have to ride out. Estimated Time of Departure for those is a month to three months.

So, fuck. These are the hazards of polyamory.

Cute Desk Guy knows that I'm going through this right now, and he wishes me luck dealing with it. We're not even going to go there, y'know?