Man, that __________, he’s such a cutie.
Why did it take us so long to meet? Better late than never, I s’pose.
What is it about this guy that I keep thinking about him?
I’m seriously thinking too much, too hard. Slow down girl!
Now look at me, I’m having a conversation with myself. I’m officially crazy.
Who am I kidding? I’ve been crazy my whole life, I’m a woman. As long as I never admit it out loud, it’s all good.
OK, but this crazy business is really not doing it for me. Time to think about something else.
His smile. *sigh*
WOW. T, KNOCK IT OFF! HE’S JUST A MAN!
But he’s a pretty freakin’ awesome man. So far, at least.
I wonder if it’s too soon to text him? What would I even text him about when I have nothing witty to say? Plus, I promised myself I wouldn’t initiate contact. It’s his turn.
OMG, what if he doesn’t initiate contact?! I mean, it’s not like HE knows that it’s his turn…or does he? Am I being flirtatious enough? I wonder how he interprets my moves. If only it was socially acceptable for the girl to be aggressive…Whatever, I still wouldn’t do anything, I’m such chicken sh*t.
He likes me, right? He knows I like him, right? Maybe I should just broach the conversation… No way, I just think too much. I gotta just let it go. We’re friends. Good friends. Flirty friends.
Oh great, here’s the bus, finally.