crushes part fünf

Well, there really isn't much to say. Honestly. I saw what's-his-face the other day. Unexpectedly. I saw him from a distance and tried to determine if I should even talk to him. He might not remember my name and here I've been... thinking about how strange his pants selection is and his rather abysmal song choices.

We talked. Eye contact happened and he walked over. It was a yay/oh-shoot moment.

What's-his-face: "Hey, it's Jamie, right"?

Me: (inner dialogue: uh, duh) "Yeah, and you're what's-his-face"?

It's pretty nondescript from there. We talked about music again mainly because a pop song was playing by an artist that he didn't know. Basically anything Top 40 was beyond his consciousness.

I laughed pretty openly at him, but I also confessed that I'm abnormally and freakishly tuned into anything pop culture related. He reassured me that it was "ok". I thought that was nice of him.

We said good-bye on a friendly note. He asked if he would see me the next day in church and I said "probably" (we did see each other briefly).

I don't think Lifetime or Hallmark will be calling me for the rights to my life story, but there it is - crush has turned into friendly acquaintance. I hope we can be friends.