Amanda + Drain Man = Luv 4 Eva
So a lot of shit has gone down in the past week that I could easily spend an hour on here venting about but I'm not gonna. What I was to write about is the drain man.
He came to unclog the drain (hence: "Drain man") and as I was the only one there he told me about all the dental floss down there (I blame the suitemates--we all know how they are). So a little while later I'm doing my laundry and this guy smiles at me. I smile back and keep folding. Then he asks me about my drain and I realize it's the same guy. "What, you just thought I was some random guy flirting with you?" Yeah, actually. I did. Only then do I realize...he's hot. Like way hot. Like tattoo on the arm, buff, with the stubble all over the head haircut. Hot. But whatever. So he says, "You just didn't recognize me without my gay-ass uniform on." I'm willing to overlook the using "gay" as a negative adjective. We chat for a bit about Catholic school and uniforms and with a shrug, he leaves. Yesterday I saw him as we're going in the revolving door to get into the dorm, only he's leaving. We smile and say hi. Today I went to go do my laundry and as I'm walking in the basement I see a man in uniform in the maintenance room waving at me. It was dark so I just smiled and kept walking. But now I'm positive it was him and kicking myself for not saying hi. But if things continue to go as they are, I'll probably see him again sometime.
Giselle laughs at me. Can't say I blame her. This is so messed up. (And, no, I don't know his name.)
He came to unclog the drain (hence: "Drain man") and as I was the only one there he told me about all the dental floss down there (I blame the suitemates--we all know how they are). So a little while later I'm doing my laundry and this guy smiles at me. I smile back and keep folding. Then he asks me about my drain and I realize it's the same guy. "What, you just thought I was some random guy flirting with you?" Yeah, actually. I did. Only then do I realize...he's hot. Like way hot. Like tattoo on the arm, buff, with the stubble all over the head haircut. Hot. But whatever. So he says, "You just didn't recognize me without my gay-ass uniform on." I'm willing to overlook the using "gay" as a negative adjective. We chat for a bit about Catholic school and uniforms and with a shrug, he leaves. Yesterday I saw him as we're going in the revolving door to get into the dorm, only he's leaving. We smile and say hi. Today I went to go do my laundry and as I'm walking in the basement I see a man in uniform in the maintenance room waving at me. It was dark so I just smiled and kept walking. But now I'm positive it was him and kicking myself for not saying hi. But if things continue to go as they are, I'll probably see him again sometime.
Giselle laughs at me. Can't say I blame her. This is so messed up. (And, no, I don't know his name.)