Of course I’m attracted to Alex, but it’s no different to the way I feel about the ripped (and headless) models on the underwear packets at Target: They’re obviously wonderful to look at, but the attraction is purely physical. Aesthetic. Like … appreciating a work of art. A work of art who will never appreciate you back. My attraction to Eli is real. It’s visceral. Intellectual. Emotional. It makes my heart flutter and the blood drain from my brain and travel to … other parts. That’s the kind of attraction I’m here for.
