Confusion or Infatuation?

Dear boy who keeps texting me all the time,
You bet someone that you couldn't get my number, and even though you in fact lost, you managed to get it somehow. You wanted to hang out with me for 3 weeks straight, but I was bombarded with finals that I couldn't. You play volleyball and find my Harry Potter tendencies geeky but cute. You are slightly older than me by two years, and the age doesn't even phase you. You don't care that we won't see each other for three months, you've managed to tell me every single time I talk to you that you want to do nothing else but get to know me. You are fully aware that I'm not a party girl and you reply with, "that's what I want."

Dear you: you have ONLY met me once.


I don't know whether this is the kind of stuff that magazines tell me to stay away from or the kind of stuff you find in Nicholas Sparks books.