hdog

just a quick thought about em'. he's great and ever since the beginning of the semester we've shown interest in each other. wether he's actually interested in me, i don't know. he's completely different from my ex, aside from being hispanic. i see a trend there, damnit. anyway, he was always funny and then he walks into class with his hair cut off, mind you he originally had shoulder length, curly hair, a crooked smile and somewhat crooked teeth, and he wears glasses. a dork with all the awkwardness i'm attracted to. That day, he looked so different, i swear to you he didn't look like himself, in a good way, not that he didn't look good before, but he oozed confidence and radiated. he felt like he was the shit with the new found attention. Feeding his ego, i walked over and said he looked great! i believe that's when the little new found spark started. A little teasing here, a little joke there, a lot of laughing everywhere and next thing i know we were sitting next to each other in painting class towards the end of the semester, laughing every time we caught each other looking at the other's painting or at one another. (he was beginning level and i'm at the art major level...i'm working on it.) feeling like i was in high school, a couple classmates started teasing him and sometimes they would tease me also, but i don't take things too seriously so they just brushed off my shoulder. i just find it hard to believe he'd be even a tad bit interested, i lack confidence, which i tend to show, but don't really feel. i look at me; short, in shape, but don't look it and mediocrely interesting and not so attractive. i look at him; (again) semi crooked smile and teeth, glasses, buff and in shape. ( he's loves working out) he's a genius and a bookworm yet knows how to party hard and control himself...sometimes, which he denies and he is a total sweetheart although he seems like an army badass (literally he is) and he's about 6 yrs older than i am.
so much for the quick thought, oops.

i hadn't seen him at all since the end of the semester and we had been talking about a concert we were both planning on going, but on different days.  The concert dates come around and he also ends up going the night i go, which i understand, it's his favorite band. Funny thing was that we spent about ten minutes on the phone trying to somehow find each other in  a crowd of thousands of drunk and rowdy fans before the show, impossible. we gave up and enjoyed the concert. AMAZING, it was. afterwards we call each other again and decide to say a quick hello, we struggle for about five minutes trying to hunt each other down so we decide to meet near the bar area. As soon as i see that fitted tee and those casual jeans, sneakers, and chiseled body i knew it was him. tapping his shoulder, i surprise him. he turns around and he fucking looks like someone just gave him a million bucks. i was excited also, but i loved his reaction and we talk about how we 'technically' hung out and the usual "it's been a while." we hug and those big arms wrapped around me like they were made for me, we hug again right away tightly, but only this time he picks me up, he said "i had to do it, this is crazy!" one thing i love, but hate with the same amount of passion is when someone picks me up, how much more self conscious could i be? so i call him an asshole, slap his chest and laugh. we quickly chit chat about the show, the fact that he had been drinking and how he will be "sheening" it and then i had to go. we say goodbye and one more hug. i wouldn't mind dating this guy, but i like us being friends.  
i'm thinking nothing more of this, why? well because i'm a girl and i just needed this out of my system.