If you don't know me personally I'm great at telling stories, haha—at least I think so. I'm usually very enthusiastic and I speak animatedly with hand gestures and everything. Today you will just have to settle for a blog version.
Back in December I got this crazy crush on this guy I met at an EDM party (read: rave). I nicknamed him "Chris 9.5" because I previously met a Chris a month earlier (separate crush—different story) and this dude was close to a dime as they get (tall, good-looking, amazing dancer and FIT). I noticed him about 10 people in front of me and to my right. I wasn't trying to fish for dudes that night, he was just in my peripheral vision and I couldn't stop staring at him. Finally I told my sister how cute he was and apparently he noticed me too.
Somehow he ended up right next to me. Slick.
We shared pathetic exchanges of various interactions all night: me asking him questions, him offering me gum, us dancing… but nothing truly saying "HEY, I fuckin' digg you." He was obviously closed off yet still thirsty for my attention. At the end of the night I left the door wide open for him to ask for my number, but nope.
No bites. He didn't even manage to remember my name.
All I got was a "Nice to meet you, what was your name again?"
Wahhh….
My present company tried to assure me that I should chalk it up to the fact that he probably had a girlfriend, but he still enjoyed the attention. Ok. Ok. I guess I can accept that… but it was never confirmed.
Today I RANDOMLY found his Instagram account. Honest to God. We have three degrees of separation between us. He is as cute as I remember and his body is bangin. BANGIN. I'm sure he lives in a gym. He has at least a dozen+ pictures of him shirtless. No lie.
Since I now have this amazing stalker resource and to ease up on my ego I check to see if he has a GF, sure enough he does. She dates far back enough to the party I met him, everyone's assumption was true.
As shallow as this makes me, I am relieved. BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I'll be honest, I'm not used to guys giving me that much attention then not going in for the kill.
My second order of business was to get any indication of how old he was. There were multiple clues, so I had a good idea that he was young, I was dying for an exact age though.
Drumroll please….
HOMEBOY IS 24 YEARS OLD.
Ugh. I'm sure this is going to be a constant problem for me. Men will always assume I am younger than I actually am, I will always try to add years onto their age (even though its obvious that they are younger, OBVIOUS). Haha. I'll roll with it though… let's see where that gets me.