We all know the feeling but here's a description and I think it sums it up very well. (Just a bit of fun for a grey February morning)
The object of our affection walks by. First your heart falls into your stomach and splashes your innards. All the moisture makes you sweat profusely, especially your palms. This condensation shorts the circuits to your brain and you get all woozy. When your brain burns out, your mouth disengages and you babble like an idiot until he leaves.
Sounding familiar?!
(Credit to Bill Watterson, author and creator of Calvin and Hobbes)

I think that sums up the condition pretty well, TLLL!

I agree ; and I also love Calvin and Hobbes!

Perfect description of being "Meadmushed"
I am sure Lee thinks I have some sort of speech impediment when ever I do manage to see him