There I go again. As soon as he stepped out of the Hummer, my skin went hot and cold, then back to hot again. I’ve been a mess all morning since he left, sometimes even coming close to tears. There was no denying it now; I have a crush.

It’s my first, and it’s a doozy. I thought crushes were supposed to be flighty schoolgirl tingles you get for your favorite movie star or celebrity, not this heart-stomping gut-wrenching mess that felt like my insides were being ripped out by ...