WARNING: I’m going to sound like a little girl here hitting puberty having her first crush. lol. in any case you can’t take the cheesyness anymore, you are more than free to exit this page.
So there’s this something that’s been bugging me lately, I mean I tend to hold back myself from posting too personal things on my blog but hell, it’s my blog and it is intended to be a dumpsite for all my jiggymahooolaa anyways.
Again, I might be a total jerk for saying this or for even thinking of it, but I think the guy who makes my coffee, at the Starbucks I always go to, likes me. See, I don’t even know if he’s gay — [rolleyed smiley] but he’s just so different around me.
He remembers me from last year from the old Starbucks location he used to work at, which I happened to visit a lot at that time. Every morning when I pick up my coffee, he would always insist a small conversation (which I happen to enjoy btw, much so if I didn’t need to run and hurry up so I don’t get crap from work). The conversations usually start off nicely, and then he would ask question or say things that I don’t get, or he would screw up his lines (or I’d screw up mine), needless to say — i think he’s cute.
Recently, he said he saw my blog [shocked smiley]. OH MY GOD! I nearly died, the whole time I was thinking — so he saw all my lookbook photos, crazy couture poses, all the outfits??!!! OH NO — I was very embarrassed. He said it was fine, and he said my blog looked awesome (of course they all say that) but when I asked him how did he find out about my blog, he said he found it randomly. Up to now I’m still not quite sure how random things have been, and how many billions, if not trillions of website are there, and he miraculously landed on my blog — I didn’t bother drilling him with another question because I was running late for work anyways, but that left me wondering.