I had a friend that was once incredibly infatuated with a girl, and had been, for a few years. I would listen to him when he talked about her and even gave him advice — if it was good advice, I can’t even remember — but deep down I gave this maybe so-so advice hesitantly. As I would listen to him talk about her, I sat there and tried to see in her the things he did. And — it wasn’t just him. It was everyone. Everybody worshiped this girl. Everybody thought she was pretty (in that obvious way) and she was effortlessly thin and was a frequent user of the winky emoticon (is it just me or is this always a good indication of when someone is a flirt?), and I will give her the pretty thing, and the decent personality thing. And before you think that here I am making snap judgments about someone I don’t know, don’t. Because I knew her. We never braided each other’s hair and painted our toenails together but we were on okay terms, and was thus privileged a few years of observation.