What is this feeling I'm feeling?

Urgh! I have a sickening confession to make. It's horrible and some of you might think differently about me after I tell you. I don't know if I should even confess it. In fact it should probably remain my deep dark secret. But then where is the fun in that? Besides we're all friends here right? Me and my good 'ol friend the world wide web. You'll keep my secret right? Right. OK so here it is. I missed a boy. I know! I'm such a sap! Totally disgusted with myself. I have been so good at keeping emotions out of relationships but the tricky little bastards crept in uninvited! Yuck! Don't tell me this is the start of more...feelings! Gross! Who needs those? They only complicate things and make you...well...feel! I can't go around with all these feelings. I mean it will really put a kink in my tough girl man eater image that I have worked so hard to create. Plus confessing that you have feelings or miss someone is also confessing that you like someone and that is like the kiss of death for me because in 2 weeks from now you'll ask how things are going with the guy I was missing and by that point either he or I will have moved on and I'll be all "wait, who are we talking about again?" Don't get me wrong, I don't want that to be that case but if my track record is any indication then well, you know. But the worst part of these icky missing him feelings is that they just kind of hit me. He went out of town and then I'm riding on tracks with Karina the Russian and I turn to her and say "I know this is going to sound strange, but I miss him." and then she starts taunting me singing "you miss a boooy! You miss a boooy! Summer likes a booooooy!"
Stupid feelings. Stupid yucky gross feelings.