Poopy Day
So for the past couple months I've had this miserable crush on the adorable manager-in-training at Ruby Tuesday (which, ironically, is where I work now) and today was officially his last day before starting real work at a new store in Littleton. You'd love him, Titsy- he's so lame. He's a walking compendium of useless facts and famous quotes, and he's the biggest music nerd I've ever met. He's 27, but he looks like he's 6 (god, I sound like a pedophile) with the cutest baby face and blue eyes. Anyway, not all is lost, because I did get a hug goodbye and a "What year are you in school?" That's a sign, right? He wants to know when we can be together forever, right? It's not just a statement of mere curiosity, right? HE LOVES ME, RIGHT?! RIGHT?!?!
Ahem.
He has the same name as the infamous Comp Guy. I think I'm forever destined to develop crushes on and be let down by blonde haired, blue eyed boys named Dan.
Ahem.
He has the same name as the infamous Comp Guy. I think I'm forever destined to develop crushes on and be let down by blonde haired, blue eyed boys named Dan.