crush-proof
with all that has happened lately it seems to me like i'm at a stalemate with just about everything. i feel crush-proof, even more guarded now with my heart...yet there has been one small thing that has given me the butterflies and it is actually from someone that i don't even know. until tonight.
let's go back first to the late 1960's and early 70's when my Grandpa Eirvin owned the Beacon Gas Station on 10th Street or Colusa Highway. in high school, my dad and his two rowdy brothers worked there and were known as the "Beacon Boys". during that time, my mom worked across the street at the taco bell. this is were they first met. it wasn't a love at first sight story at all, but in the end, they ended up together. : ) fun story.
fast forward to 2006. the beacon station is now a "econo gas" or something like that. the past couple times i've gone in i've noticed the most adorable guy working there. he has dark hair, light olive skin, and "perfect eyebrows". (kristy makes fun of me everytime i say the eyebrows part, which she should).
so because gas has been cheaper there (mostly) and hoping to see this adorable guy i have been a more frequent customer. one day about a week ago, i was wearing my bright green shirt with the goddess thing on it and he commented on how he liked it. there were extra goodbyes and glances. *sigh* it gives me butterflies just thinking about it.
tonight i went in and bought some smokes. he was wearing an odd necklace that seemed kinda cool so i told him that i liked it. the gas station boy was wearing glasses and his smile made me blush, i know. he told me about the necklace and how it relates to inner peace and karate. i nodded, blushed, smiled, blushed, smiled. and before i left he said,
"Hey, what's your name?"
"Jay". "What's your name?"
"Rich". He stuck out his hand to shake.
"It was nice to meet you Rich." *heart flutters*
so even though is 99% chance of some guy wanting to chat about karate. there were still some "looks". you know the "looks".
it's nice to know that even though when your heart feels like it's been slapped around a bit, a small crush can bounce things back.
who knows? if it could happen for my mom and dad at the same exact place, why not me? hehe. it's all genetic you know?
let's go back first to the late 1960's and early 70's when my Grandpa Eirvin owned the Beacon Gas Station on 10th Street or Colusa Highway. in high school, my dad and his two rowdy brothers worked there and were known as the "Beacon Boys". during that time, my mom worked across the street at the taco bell. this is were they first met. it wasn't a love at first sight story at all, but in the end, they ended up together. : ) fun story.
fast forward to 2006. the beacon station is now a "econo gas" or something like that. the past couple times i've gone in i've noticed the most adorable guy working there. he has dark hair, light olive skin, and "perfect eyebrows". (kristy makes fun of me everytime i say the eyebrows part, which she should).
so because gas has been cheaper there (mostly) and hoping to see this adorable guy i have been a more frequent customer. one day about a week ago, i was wearing my bright green shirt with the goddess thing on it and he commented on how he liked it. there were extra goodbyes and glances. *sigh* it gives me butterflies just thinking about it.
tonight i went in and bought some smokes. he was wearing an odd necklace that seemed kinda cool so i told him that i liked it. the gas station boy was wearing glasses and his smile made me blush, i know. he told me about the necklace and how it relates to inner peace and karate. i nodded, blushed, smiled, blushed, smiled. and before i left he said,
"Hey, what's your name?"
"Jay". "What's your name?"
"Rich". He stuck out his hand to shake.
"It was nice to meet you Rich." *heart flutters*
so even though is 99% chance of some guy wanting to chat about karate. there were still some "looks". you know the "looks".
it's nice to know that even though when your heart feels like it's been slapped around a bit, a small crush can bounce things back.
who knows? if it could happen for my mom and dad at the same exact place, why not me? hehe. it's all genetic you know?