So, I’m one of those girls that crushed.
Not particularly flattering for the guy in question, but there you have it.
Every so often, I decide to track down one of the objects of my former affection to see how they’ve turned out.
Married father of eight or confirmed bachelor?
Saving the rain forests or jailed for tampering with the girl next door?
The latest victim of my stalking whim.
The final year of high school saw me in the Music Store where he worked.
His beauty actually caused my limbs to stop working.
I, a calm, collected vision of tranquility, dropped the CD (Jewel – Pieces of You) I’d been about to purchase and stood there gaping at him.
Then I made the colossal mistake of telling a friend about him.
Sarah, bless her pea-pickin’ heart, made me a hemp and putty necklace with his name on it and tracked him down with the purpose of finding me a prom date.
Now, not only am I a girl that has a serious (read: totally superficial) infatuation with someone they know only as That Guy From HMV, but I’m one that needs a Love Life Liason.
Thanks. A. Lot.
He’s still rather pretty, though, isn’t he?