You're Cute.
There's a cute boy at work.
I thought he was a jerk at first, but it turns out he's just shy. The contrast is endearing from far away. He's a hard worker, intelligent, respected by his colleagues.
He's got a kind smile, freckles for days, and is just an all-around, well made specimen. Kudos, God.
Except sometimes (read: a lot), he says (to himself or whomever is within earshot), in a crass impression of a German accent, "Snausages..."
For no reason.
And I find this so terribly obnoxious and unacceptable that I have pretty much sealed my fate as a spinster. Picky is lonesome.
I thought he was a jerk at first, but it turns out he's just shy. The contrast is endearing from far away. He's a hard worker, intelligent, respected by his colleagues.
He's got a kind smile, freckles for days, and is just an all-around, well made specimen. Kudos, God.
Except sometimes (read: a lot), he says (to himself or whomever is within earshot), in a crass impression of a German accent, "Snausages..."
For no reason.
And I find this so terribly obnoxious and unacceptable that I have pretty much sealed my fate as a spinster. Picky is lonesome.