What new light this has shed on the idea of crushiness. Those who have crushes often put themselves in a no-win posture. I had an eighth-grade crush I couldn’t even manage to say hello to — but for whom I bought a gold necklace. I left it by her typewriter in typing class with a note. I’ll never know if she liked it because we never had an actual conversation. I’d made her into the woman from Weird Science — times 300 — and who stands a chance with something like that?