I go to your punk shows and sit with my eyes glued to your dexterous fingers, feeding my “look but don’t touch” junior high style crush. Your booming, boyish laugh and undercut drive me nuts, but I have no idea how to talk to you.
If you ever want to talk Miyazaki films, drop by my store and I’ll try my best to string together a sentence or two. I hope you’ll indulge my creepy crush, even if it’s just for an evening. —Blonde & Boring
This article appears in Apr 18-24, 2013.