I've gotten that before.
What was terrible was the guy was one of those irresponsible guys who probably didn't care for me. I hung out with him only twice. I knew I wasn't going to see him again (he lived in South America, and I in North America).

But I immidetly felt an "attraction" to him. I thought about him for the entire week, barely eating and always in my room. I lost five pounds that week (probably water though) and I continued to think about him, even once in a while to this day. The only thing that can stop this is time. Thats really the only thing.

What sucks is that he might have liked me. He spent the entire time talking with me (like 3 hours) and wanted to kiss me (he told his friend in spanish and the friend told me) and he was so happy to get the little peck on the cheek I gave him. But he was the type of guy to think of girls as meat, and that type I usually stay clear of. Wierd huh? He wasn't even that good looking. hahah.