Have you?

Have you ever met one of those people, those intoxicating people?
The ones who could be gone from your life for weeks, months, even years at a time, but the moment you see them again they're all you can think about? The ones who people trip over themselves to please, without ever really stopping to think why, what draws them to the person?
Our minds come up with excuses for why we act this way toward these people. We tell ourselves it's their charm, their sex appeal. If we can detach ourselves enough to think of it objectively though, they're usually not what most people would say is attractive, often not even what we ourselves would usually say is attractive.
Yet they fill us with such an aching longing, an almost desperate need. If it was just us, we would dismiss it, but it's everyone. People swoon and fawn over the person, do things they would normally never do, all in the hopes of gaining the tiniest morsel of approval, in the hopes of getting just a moment of their attention.

I've met a few of these people in my life.

In grade 4 or 5 a new girl transferred to our class and everyone was immediately enamored with her.
She was my first female crush. It wasn't just me, though, it was everyone in class.
You're probably thinking that it was just that she was the new girl, but it was MUCH too intense for that.
She was walking down the hallway and I was perfectly content walking a couple steps behind her, just happy to be around her, but the other girls weren't. I watched two of my friends at the time get into a furious argument over who would get to walk next to the girl on her right side. They pushed, screamed, called each other horrible names but you need to understand that no one was walking on the girl's left side. Both friends could have walked beside her, but they were so obsessed with her and wanting to be her favorite that they never even thought that they didn't need to be fighting.
The girl would tell us stories, and she started out small, but pretty soon she was telling us that her grandmother was a witch and had taught her how to fly. We believed her, even though we didn't believe in witches, or any of the other things she told us. We believed because it was her who told us.

Fast forward to grade 10, and a boy. He was pudgy, a slacker, with normal brown hair; by all accounts, he should have been nothing special, but he was. Every time he entered the room, everyone talked to him, everyone looked at him. He convinced me and another girl to skip class with him; I'd never skipped before, but it was for him. He attracted attention from girls and boys alike, including my major crush at time (much to my delight).

Grade 12, another boy. He was thin, and tan, and wore eyeliner as was popular with the emo crowd of the time. Girls melted before him, and so did boys, boys who swore to high heaven they were straight but, well... their eyes drifting toward him. This boy was a runaway, a criminal, the police were looking for him. Everyone knew, but no one ratted on him. Quite the opposite, in fact; we hid him. When we saw a police cruiser, we'd warn him, find a place for him to hide, all so that he might thank us, that he might look at us approvingly or gratefully. All so that we could spend more time with him.

After high school, a friend of an exgirlfriend's boyfriend, another guy. Extremely tall, thin, shoulder length hair, pale. He had a cult like devotion from those around him. Everything he believed in, those around him believed in, because he was always right.
He would be cruel, insulting, but that only made the rare compliment have all the more impact. He was temperamental, he was rude, he was sexist, he was beyond opinionated. He was the definition of conceited. Anything he created, we (yes, I was one of them) loved, be it writing, drawing, painting, anything.
I would wrestle him, and fight my hardest.. the hardest I could while distracted by his body pressing against mine, the hardest I could while hoping he'd win, pin me down.... Myself and the other girls would comb and play with his hair, braiding it, pleased by getting to touch him, pleased because he enjoyed it.
Even a woman who had absolutely no interest in him when she first met him, who said he was completely unattractive and an ass, found herself drawn to him, questioning if maybe she should date him.

There's another person now who has this effect on me, though I'm unsure if he has the effect on others.

Have you ever met one of those people, those inexplicably intoxicating people?
Have you?