I, Moron
What is wrong with me?
There's this guy, he works at the snack kiosk on campus. He's worked the morning shift for over a year now, and for the past three semesters I've seen his face light up when he sees me, just as mine lights up to see him. We've flirted and eyed one another for three semesters now. He's real, he's there, he's quite probably interested.
So why, then, can I only ever think of someone else? Someone I've never really met? Someone I know only as a face in a tiny box on my computer screen?
Okay, so the guy on YouTube is essentially my perfect man torn right from my high school diary pages, embodying every single quality I find attractive in a man...but he's in another state, he's barely aware of me, and he's never going to happen.
Why don't I dream of kiosk guy? Why do I always find myself fantasizing about being wrapped in YouTube guy's arms? Why can't I come up with better nicknames for the two of them? Okay, lame joke.
What is my obsession with the unattainable man when the flesh-and-blood man has been clearly interested for over a year now?
Then again, maybe I have no chance with either and I'm just one big bundle of delusions.
I hate growing up.
There's this guy, he works at the snack kiosk on campus. He's worked the morning shift for over a year now, and for the past three semesters I've seen his face light up when he sees me, just as mine lights up to see him. We've flirted and eyed one another for three semesters now. He's real, he's there, he's quite probably interested.
So why, then, can I only ever think of someone else? Someone I've never really met? Someone I know only as a face in a tiny box on my computer screen?
Okay, so the guy on YouTube is essentially my perfect man torn right from my high school diary pages, embodying every single quality I find attractive in a man...but he's in another state, he's barely aware of me, and he's never going to happen.
Why don't I dream of kiosk guy? Why do I always find myself fantasizing about being wrapped in YouTube guy's arms? Why can't I come up with better nicknames for the two of them? Okay, lame joke.
What is my obsession with the unattainable man when the flesh-and-blood man has been clearly interested for over a year now?
Then again, maybe I have no chance with either and I'm just one big bundle of delusions.
I hate growing up.