*putting on her best Lawyer suite, it's black, pencil skirt, matching jacket, white shirt, top two buttons undone*

According to Websters, a crush is defined as

VERB:
To press between opposing bodies so as to break or injure.
To break, pound, or grind (stone or ore, for example) into small fragments or powder.
To put down; subdue: crushed the rebellion.
To overwhelm or oppress severely: spirits that had been crushed by rejection and failure.
To crumple or rumple: crushed the freshly ironed shirt.
To hug, especially with great force.
To press upon, shove, or crowd.
To extract or obtain by pressing or squeezing: crush juice from a grape.

NOUN:

The act of crushing; extreme pressure.
The state of being crushed.
A great crowd: a crush of spectators.
A substance prepared by or as if by crushing, especially a fruit drink: orange crush.
Informal
A usually temporary infatuation.
One who is the object of such an infatuation.
A decisive or critical moment or situation.
The process of stamping or crushing grapes for wine.

Based on the content of this thread and the reason for it's existance, I am assuming we should use the informal definition of a usually temporary infatuation or one who is the object of such an infatuation.

Mark and I have been communicating since April with our first meeting in May. We have physically seen eachother atleast once a month since then more often twice a month. This makes it more than temporary. I will then have to go into the definition of infatuation to further prove my point OR

You could just concede because I used a bunch of words.

Damn, I bored her to sleep. Boy, I hope when she wakes up, she'll let me in.

Sorry Chrissy, I got stuck in "emailville"...

Well considering your presentation, outfit and strong argument, I would have to say you make a very good point...

Want me to tell you about my shoes?

Sure why not, but you're already in... lol

still not crushing...

The only thing I'm crushing is a beer-can on my head.

Yeah SSDD

like... OMG... I am SOOoooOoOOoOOooOO not... like... crushing! OMG!!!

And Moof has finally come to terms with his inner valley girl

still not crushing...

I... am... still... *throws hands out front*... not... crushing!

Not crunching

I love rice cakes. But only the carmel ones. The cheese ones are like cheeto wannabe's and I just can't tolerate that.

steps in, does the naa naa na naa naa dance , steps back out

Smart azzzzzzzzz! Just remember it's better than being a dumbazzzzz.

No naa naa naa... I like "not" crushing...