tell him I like him

I ran into him in SouthEnd at like 11 on Friday night and I was with a bunch of people trying to get dinner at Phat Burrito and i saw him but played the whole I’m-going-to-pretend-i-didn’t-see-you-and-then-see-how-you-react-when-you-see-me-game. And he saw me! Wanna know how I know? Because he split off from his friends and crossed the street to TALK TO ME! Knowing what a ridiculous giggly school girl I sound like, i will proceed. Then we talked for like five minutes about nothing. We were just talking like two people who wanted to be in each others time. And his friends waited on the other side of the street and mine did too and then we said bye and see you around and i’ve been seeing him for like the past three days on the backs of my eyelids.

And I want nothing more than to ask him to hang out but there is an undeniable (if unimportant) age difference that is making me feel undeserving and ridiculous. I will challenge apprehension to a duel and hopefully come out of it with a hang out date.

I dn’t even have anything to lose really. i mean except my hope that he could reciprocate. and the ability to walk into my favorite camera store (where he works). arggghhh! Some people are just so damn nice it makes them really hard to read. i love that about him (as well as about a million other things) but its so damn hard. i should just grow some nerves and ask him to coffee. it’s not like fucking marriage or something! But even that seems so excruciatingly hard. alas…i’m a pussy.