His name has three letters in it. That's what started this cycle for me. Threes in everything. And this makes the third time I'm crushing on him and the third time I don't have the nerve to admit it to anyone, even my so-called best friends. And the third time my dad has dated his aunt and the third time he's offered alcohol and I've refused. I guess he thinks that one time I'll say yes and we'll actually have something to talk about. It's like dead silence between us. Dead air. He works on cars for a living and I'm in college and he smokes and drinks and parties too much and I've never even sipped wine and all this adds up to nothing except that we will never be compatable. At least not in his eyes. And even I can admit that it would never work because what would we have to do besides constantly make out and have sex? Nothing. We have nothing in common. And while making out and sex would be wonderful, they aren't worth anything really. And he has eyes that mean something to me. When I picture my perfect life, he is the one I'm sharing it with. Kids? I want them with him. And this isn't a normal crush. We grew up together. He's seen me at my worst and best and everything inbetween. He tried to teach me how to skateboard and rollerblade. We used to spin in circles together and roll around on the ground and laugh. I know that he would be there for me if I needed him.