Friday, November 2, 2007

I want you...

(bum-bum-bum)
I want you so ba-a-a-a-a-ad
(bum-bum-bum)
I want you-oo-oo-oo-oo
I want you so ba-a-a-ad, it's driving me mad
It's driving me mad.


This is what plays in my head every time I come within 5 feet of Maybe Crush. And I've determined a few things:

1. He is completely unaware of how ridiculously sexy he is; and
2. He is completely unaware of how desperately I want to jump his bones.

He came to see a play on campus with me this evening, as I oh-so-conveniently had an extra ticket. We met for a drink beforehand, saw the show, smoked a cigarette, and walked to the train... and the entire time all I wanted to was pounce on him and make out like teenagers right there beside Duane Reade.

I don't know how much longer I can take this. It's like that episode of Seinfeld (god I hate myself for making a Seinfeld reference) where not having sex makes George smarter and Elaine dumber.

This past week I've had trouble forming complete sentences, and I thought it was just due to my insane schedule and lack of sleep. Now I think it's because all of my braincells are being consumed with playing out every potential scenario (for good or for ill) when I finally break down and just blurt out "damnit, I like you!"

Honestly, I could write a dozen romantic comedies (or really depressing chick flicks) with the material I've created while smoking on the fire escape this past week.

Hmmm, well I guess it's comforting to know that if my teaching career fails, I could always get a job writing for the CW. Think I'll head out to the fire escape and work on my portfolio...

6 comments:

Princess of the Universe said...

I maintain my stance- I see progress. He went to a play with you! Soon he'll have "free tickets" to something that he'll invite you to...I just know it!

Libby said...

yay that's a step in the right direction for sure! ooh th suspense is killing me!

distracted spunk said...

Just ask him out for drinks later, lady.

Hope said...

Libby beat me to it! The suspense is indeed killing me!

Ashley said...

Progress....slowly but surely! And the suspense is killin me! :-)

Princess Pointful said...

That was almost date like, I would wager. You now need to go for drink, like DS said- alcohol + solo time = increased probability of bone jumpage.

You can't argue with such precise math.