Won Ton...Want One...Wantonly....

So I'm skulking around campus, getting a feel for the place, and turning a corner, I spy a familiar face. However, I am already heading in the opposite direction and my feet, if anything, speed up to carry me around the next corner and out of sight, where I allow a silly, silly grin to light my face, a grin which even now leaves traces of itself branded on my face as my heart goes pitter-pat and my tummy twists itself into a knot. A Knot of Love.
Then again, that could be from hoofing it up 8 flights of stairs for the nth time this morning and the fact that "breakfast" was a banana and a mug of green tea. (I'm so scared I'll run out of food points that I am on a bit of a fast to see just how little I can survive on.)

Turns out Hawt Asian Boy I have been lusting after in semi-secret for the past two years actually works at the university. I should have known this, indeed, I did somewhere in my wayward little heart, but I did not expect to see him, much less on my first morning, and without previously learning his whereabouts and stalking him there.
Now, this certain university probably has the highest amount of Asians per capita than anywhere else in the city, maybe excluding Chinatown. And Chinatown is all of two blocks long. This is more than two blocks. They are everywhere. Lucky for me, as I *heart* Asian boys. Too bad the majority of the populace is Asian girls. But no, lesbanism is not for me, not while there are such people as H.A.B. in the world.
Over the last two years, I have cherished a massive crush, bordering on obsession, for this boy, but hesitated to approach him with any kind of overtures, as he was in a position of authority and I was a student, his client in many respects. Thus, I knew that any liason between us would be regarded as highly illegal, and sending one's true love to jail as a result of your amourous trysts is hardly on par with flowers and candle-lit dinners in terms of telling them you care.
But now, I'm wondering, will my courage fail me as I finally seem to be on equal footing with this boy? Am I just looking for a reason to avoid rejection?
Would it be so very morally wrong to pretend I was suicidal just so I could tie up his hotline and abuse his counselling services for my own pleasure?
Hm...a sudden urge to slit my wrists or take some prescription pills is coming over me...
...That and a massive craving for Chinese food.