Green, I was quickly checking in and this thread reminded me of when I was 15 in high school and a counselor at school was kind to me, at least more then anyone had been. I had a lot of magical thinking that he could tell when I was thinking about him\, when I needed help, when I had been beaten or worse. Thing is, the guy turned out to be a real A hole. I didn't figure that out till later but at the time He was the first and only person I ever had a real connection with. He didn't even know he was an A hole. I was obsessed. I would see myself being in a stuck car and him coming to my rescue. He was married, I did not have romantic interests, I just wanted to be important to someone. Your posting about the administrator reminds me a lot of my feelings at that time for this guy. It was about wanting to be loved.