I met a guy who works at Hallmark on Tuesday. Or at least I think I met a guy at Hallmark on Tuesday. Because I haven’t seen him any day since and I’m worried that because of my minimal interaction with the opposite sex due to attending a fashion school filled with girls and gay men and then only have three male coworkers at the Store, I may have inadvertently imagined meeting a really nice guy with great hair at Hallmark on Tuesday. And if I made the whole thing up, then I fear for my sanity. But mostly, if I made it up, I’d be sad because he was cute, nice, and talkative. And you know, the whole turning out to be insane thing would suck.
Or he could just not have been schedueled again. That would be the logical thing to assume.
No, I am not being a creepy freaky stalker. Hallmark is near the Store and has glass windows. I pass it every time I go to work. He hasn’t been there once. And that sucks even more because I have been going out of my way to look cute, dammit. Be there to appreciate my effort. At least Hot Coworker noticed.
I don’t even have any proof that Hallmark Boy exists except a poorly written text to my friend. So Hallmark Boy, for the sake of my sanity, please be at work tomorrow. If you’re not, I may have to be locked up in a mental institution and that would not be pretty, although the padded walls might be fun to bounce off of.
these straight boys we’re interested in always like to tease us a bit.
maybe because we’re an easy target. has [School] made us that desperate?
i think so.
le sigh