High School
You know how there were those perfect guys (or girls) in high school that you crushed on forever? If you were like me, you talked to them occasionally because you knew them since 4th grade, but you never talked to them 'that way'.
The years passed by and you'd occasionally bump into one of these guys at the local gas station or Target or wherever. The jock is overweight. Great hair guy is bald. The guy with style is rockin' the wife beater with beer stains and smelling like Frito's. It happens to all of us. We age, we have priorities outside of picking out cute outfits, we eat too much yummy food and our bellies expand.
Not for some.
An old friend recently got married and he posted a bunch of wedding pics on facebook. In one of his pictures was his brother, who I haven't seen for going on 12 years. Guess what? He's still hot. The kind of hot that made my heart skip a beat. I think if I bumped into him back home, I'd fumble my words in his presence just like I did in 7th grade. Or I'd say something stupid and completely out of left field (like I usually did), and he'd think I was still a dork. Which I am.
I wonder what his secret is, and if he'd be willing to share. I wonder if he gets tired of hearing how great he looks every time he bumps into someone.
I wonder if he's still single :o)
The years passed by and you'd occasionally bump into one of these guys at the local gas station or Target or wherever. The jock is overweight. Great hair guy is bald. The guy with style is rockin' the wife beater with beer stains and smelling like Frito's. It happens to all of us. We age, we have priorities outside of picking out cute outfits, we eat too much yummy food and our bellies expand.
Not for some.
An old friend recently got married and he posted a bunch of wedding pics on facebook. In one of his pictures was his brother, who I haven't seen for going on 12 years. Guess what? He's still hot. The kind of hot that made my heart skip a beat. I think if I bumped into him back home, I'd fumble my words in his presence just like I did in 7th grade. Or I'd say something stupid and completely out of left field (like I usually did), and he'd think I was still a dork. Which I am.
I wonder what his secret is, and if he'd be willing to share. I wonder if he gets tired of hearing how great he looks every time he bumps into someone.
I wonder if he's still single :o)