So I have this little crush. I'm gonna call it an old-school crush. It's on this guy that was in my non-fiction class this past semester. I know close to nothing about him except that he's cute, he's not the greatest writer and he appears to be super-sweet.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is all I know about him.
By all means I should not be crushing. Me? I only crush on guys that I know at least a little bit. I only crush on guys who I've had at least one conversation with. I only crush on guys that can look me in the eye and respect me at least a little bit.
Umm....I think I've spoken 34 words to this old-school crush.
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I should probably define the KiKi version of crush.
Crush: (noun, verb)
~ a state where Krissy feels all giddy/hyper/dorky whenever she thinks of a certain guy (or guys if we're talkin' about celebrities)
~ a feeling where Krissy can become semi-obsessive and/or panicky about the guy she likes--this is not always such a good thing
~ the state where Krissy reverts to being her 6-year-old flirty diva self whenever her object of affection is within a 56 million foot radius of her being
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Anyways, yes...old-school crush. He's cute. He dresses well. He's sweet. When I saw him at the bar in April we hugged. That made me giddy for the rest of the night. And weekend.
And now that it's summer, I'm sad because I may not see him until the end of August. That kind of sucks a bit. And it made me sad.
Until I saw him in the Houghton Mall on Saturday. I almost keeled over from the sheer ecstasy I felt when it registered that it was Mr. Old-School himself. Happ.I.Ness.
And now I feel like stalking him because we may have something in common. Not like we didn't with the class, but--hurrah!--now we have more. Albeit the pathetic Keweenaw area, but still. It's exciting to me.
So do we SEE how dorky I get when I get a small crush? I feel like a skeezy little stalker now. Part of me wants to go bar-hopping this weekend just to see if he's in the Marquette area or not.
I'm such a dork.
But he's so cuuuute....
I'm shutting up now.
Ciao dahling!
~*Krissy*~
(For the record I just typed "Krissing" instead of my name. Somebody please jam a pen through my leg. Gaah.)
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