delilahb

It's funny how the world works sometimes. Point in case:

Yesterday, I was talking to a friend of mine about how it's been years since I have had a heart-stopping-mind-numbing-growing-faint-at-just-the-thought-of-crush. You know, one of the those crushes that the person will walk into the room and you freeze in some sort of lust induced horror. Mind you, over the past three years, I have had crushes, but nothing like the few boys that literally crushed me into submission.

And then, just like some cheesy, predictable teen movie He walked in. The new courier. The new, beautiful, tall, tattooed, nerdy, hoodie wearing, courier. Yes, my heart stopped for a second and I actually blushed. He has been new for about a week, and in that week, he only comes to me for his packages. He loves to surprise me: I won't notice him come in and he'll be standing right in front of me with his note pad for me to sign, so majestic, so stunning.

As a game to pass time, my coworkers decided to guess his name. Names that were mentioned:

Jaques
Gustave
Antoine
Stefan
Horatio
Edgar
Thor


As a mean plot to get me to blush, they made me ask his name. We were wrong, it's Trevor. We made a formal introduction today. God! how I miss great crushes. He is just so beautiful.

It's also nice having something to look forward to everyday.