a little bit smitten
Um, no though he's practically despondent after England lost to Portugal on penalties. That's how hard I am crushing...I'm talking sports! Though futbal seems a less dirty word than football. Never before has sports fanaticism seemed so adorably endearing. And no, he's not a hooligan.
We've not even spoken yet, just exchanged the nicest emails and text messages. I'm actually afraid to call him or meet in person. If I hear a London accent right now in my fragile state of mind, I'm sunk. Sunk! A goner! If we like each other when we meet, I may have to convince him that he simply cannot move back to London or to Los Angeles or Tokyo. He simply must stay here with me. I did mention that London or Tokyo would be better destinations because my brother lives in Los Angeles and thus I already have a place to stay there when I visit. ha ha. No, I would never actually stand in the way of someone's happiness like that, especially someone I professed to care about.
At any rate, he's decidedly good for my ego right now, in this low time. No matter what happens, I am grateful for that.
