I promise that I’m not creepy, and I promise that I’m not in love with you or anything. I just can’t help but be fascinated by your square jaw and your slightly tousled brown hair — sorry.
I blame my fascination with you on Suzanne Collins. And Gary Ross. And Lionsgate Films. And the fact that the chubby kid from Kentucky who starred in “Little Manhattan” grew up to be a heartthrob.
You can also blame your parents and your genes. You should probably also ask them if you have second cousins in Kentucky, while you complain to them about how some crazed girl on your ferry commute keeps staring at you (I’ll try to be more subtle about that from now on, I promise).