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Originally Posted by always2late
Ciaran,
I've a massive (did I say massive? It is actually gargantuan in proportion...godzilla-like, if you will) crush on you despite your rudeness, your dismissive hand gestures (if you combine the rudeness AND the hand gestures I might possibly swoon!), and your arrogance . In fact my crush on you is so big that I won't mind too much if you wear higher heels, and nicer heels, than I do (in fact, I have some VERY high heeled boots that I am sure will look absolutely smashing on you). I also promise not to get jealous if you snog Kermit the Frog when I'm not looking (I'll even get the two of you a no-tell motel room for your birthday).
As a sign of my crush, I'm willing to FedEx some lasagna, lovingly homemade by my own hands (I'm of Italian heritage and my lasagna kicks ass...if I do say so myself. And, as a bonus, I will airmail some meatballs), to you in London, together with references (typed in triplicate on parmesan cheese scented paper) attesting to my domestic abilities (yes, I do windows) and we can take it from there.*
*'tis the season...and I think in the spirit of giving everyone should have the kind of crush they want made to order....just call me Santa! 
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Wow. This is the sort of message I've always dreamed of seeing here. In fact, I don't think I could have written it better myself
I was so relieved to hear you talk of your Italian heritage. One of the greatest fears in my life is that I start to fall in love with a woman who, once she has my heart, reveals that she is French or, even worse, a Boston Red Sox fan.
Subject to the lasagna being of a sufficiently high standard and the references checking out okay, I think I could have a crush on you too. Clearly too early to talk about life-long commitments or marriage yet - well, until my mum gives you her approval.
However, just out of interest, is it possible to drive a U-Haul over the Atlantic Ocean to London?
Skipping away to update my facebook status from "Single" to "It's complicated" .....
ps - any chance of fedex-ing over those high heel boots alongside the lasagna?