For the last few months, I’ve had a tiny little crush on someone at work. In true wallflower tradition, I adore him from afar, and he doesn’t know I’m alive. I get all tingly and I feel about sixteen years old every time he shows up. It takes every ounce of nerve I can muster just to say hello. Really pathetic. Completely twitterpated. So yesterday I finally worked up the nerve to start an actual conversation with more than three words and everything. I work about three counties away from where I live, and I don’t know anything about the town where I work, aside from getting to my job and back. I’m completely lost if I deviate from this routine. So he was telling me how to get to a few places, and wrote down some directions for me. On the back of a Chick tract. Ruined my whole darn day.
Sheesh.
