I spent weeks dreading our first sleepover because of my flat chest, only to find out he wore three hoodies in 80-degree heat because he has a sunken chest. We were literally both sweating in terror over our ribs. Is it weird that this made me like him ten times more?

Not weird at all – you two just accidentally bypassed six months of pretending to be effortless cool and crashed straight into the good stuff: pure relief. While your brain was busy running catastrophic highlight reels of your friends’ cleavage, his brain was in full code red trying to hide his sternum. That is the cosmic joke of body insecurity: we all sit in the same room, paralyzed that the other person is going to inspect us with a magnifying glass, when really they're just desperately praying we won’t notice theirs. Flaws don’t ruin attraction, the fear of them does. Finding out someone you fancy is just as tender, imperfect, and human as you are is the ultimate aphrodisiac. Break the tension for round two. Toss him a text like: "Next time we hang out, AC on, zero layers allowed?" You two are safe with each other now. Enjoy breathing out.