Time to Fess Up
Have you ever found yourself crushing on a store employee young enough to be your own child?
There's the cutest, college-aged guy at the bookstore I frequent near work - probably around 19-22 years old, I'm guessing. He's tall, has dark hair, and gorgeous pale green eyes. I will call him Zeke to protect his identity.
Zeke is a doll - polite, personable, and even a little shy! Broad shoulders, nice hands, you know the drill. He's probably only working there for the summer until classes resume for fall semester.
I've lucked out, and had him ring up my purchases the last couple visits. If I stop in on my way home from work, just seeing him is a lovely way to end an otherwise unremarkable day. That's pitiful, yes? But I don't care - I get to squeee a wee bit inside. And that makes me happy.
There's the cutest, college-aged guy at the bookstore I frequent near work - probably around 19-22 years old, I'm guessing. He's tall, has dark hair, and gorgeous pale green eyes. I will call him Zeke to protect his identity.
Zeke is a doll - polite, personable, and even a little shy! Broad shoulders, nice hands, you know the drill. He's probably only working there for the summer until classes resume for fall semester.
I've lucked out, and had him ring up my purchases the last couple visits. If I stop in on my way home from work, just seeing him is a lovely way to end an otherwise unremarkable day. That's pitiful, yes? But I don't care - I get to squeee a wee bit inside. And that makes me happy.