at work today i served a corndog to a particularly handsome young man. he was a touch flirty, i was a touch flirty, and when he said, "have a good weekend" i replied with something similar. he turned and my friend tara started giggling and i said "what?" she said, "that face! if you could see yourself!" i realized then that i was probably leering a little when he left. you know, checking out his ass a bit, looking for any hidden bald spots, but nothing too creepy or obvious. when i realized what i was doing i blushed, blushed like a nice girl who just heard someone say "butt." we were both laughing at this point, and i said, "you know, it's just like realizing you were really thirsty." he was cute, and i suddenly needed a glass of water.
i haven't felt this boy-crazy since fifteen. i can't tell if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
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