redixie

i have a sad story. it's kind of stupid, too. so, if you don't like sad, stupid stories, stop reading now. also, stop reading if you don't like comma abuse.

so, for almost a week i have had this very focused crush on this very beautiful boy with whom i have exchanged several mutual glances and a few too-long-to-be-insignificant stares, but no actual words. that is, until last night. there was a bonfire and free pbr and lots of drunken reverie (i made out with my roommate!!) and in the wee hours of the morning i looked across the fire and there he was, talking to a friend of mine. so, i got an introduction, but it tapered off and he ended up talking to some silly thing for the whole night and i never talked to him again even though i was extremely drunk and capable of saying almost anything. all day today i have been seeing him everywhere and it never seems like a good time to talk to him again and it's driving me batty and i suck at this kind of thing and part of me is like "just walk over to his room and introduce yourself the right way and tell him you think he's beautiful" and the other part is like "be coy! boys like a chase! wait it out!" ay me. he is so very lovely.