I finally found a name for that crazy effect that women can have on me: The Dalia Effect. I've been under this effect before many times but was never really able to articulate it and now that I've given it a name, it helps.
Speaking of the devil, I'm totally clueless about what's going on. I've sent her text messages all of which have gone unanswered and two phone calls + voice mails. I'm bummed about it and I was really pissed off about it but today...I dunno. Part of my problem is that my imagination runs wild and without permission; it's like an unsupervised child: one minute it's idle and the next it's hanging from the rooftop upside down. As a result, I'd made all these assumptions. Surprisingly I'm not as down about it as I thought I would be. I'm torn about whther or not to say something to her or not if I see her today. Part of me doesn't want to make a scene at work but the other part of me really wants some answers.