i've got this boy. and he's great.
he's so great that when we play, it's just us two.
we're not actively trying to impress one another, we flow.
it's raw and real and i wouldn't change a thing.
it's comfortable. it's home.
a few weeks ago this boy came up to me at the gym. he was nice and asked for my phone number. so i naturally tried to sneak out before i gave it to him because sometimes i'm THAT girl. the girl who won't tell you she isn't interested up front because she doesn't want to hurt your feelings. he caught me at my car and my phone number he got.
today he asked me to go to dinner. after i had told him i was dating someone else. yogurt and coffee is okay, dinner i feel obligated to sit next to you and possibly be forced into holding your hand. no thank you. so we opted for yogurtland and the best friend came along.
had it not been for her, we would have sat there in awkward silence. we have nothing in common. and it might be the boy's fault. i've gotten so comfortable with him, i forgot a little how you're supposed to act with normal boys..
all in all, he forgot his wallet, i had mine.
we had nothing in common,
he's a fair weather Utah fan,
and wears football jerseys during off season.
i could not be more happy with my very own boy. this confirmed that i picked a winner.
