Hmmm...my blog is freakin' out on me. No joke.
Okay, so today I was talking to this guy I've liked for a LONG time. I mean, I honestly think he's the definition of "The Perfect Guy."
At camp, this chick asked us to envision someone we would marry that we already know...he was the FIRST guy to pop into my head.
Anyway, I was talking to him and he just smiled at me and I just started laughing...my dorky laugh when I squinch my eyes and snort. He just kept smiling.
As far as I know, he's never had a girlfriend or anything. Sometimes I REALLY like him, but other times he just kinda falls out of my mind until he just somehow pops up and asks me about our homework.
I've pretty much had a small crush on him since the 4th grade. He and I were on the same bus route and he would always make sure he saved me a seat.
Is this sad?
Seriously, you people probably have no clue who I'm talking about. I don't even think Beaver knows.
The guy probably knows. If he doesn't, I'm shocked. Then again, we were talking about this story where the main chick character was giving "messages" and he couldn't understand what she meant.