January 11, 2013

• You know you need to be wearing glasses when you're driving at night and you think a mailbox is a pedestrian.
  He was there last night. And as I was doing my daily staring and hyperventilating, we kept meeting eyes. Which made my hyperventilation even worse. I'm lucky I didn't faint or fall off the elliptical. I wonder if he was looking at me because he felt me looking at him or if he notices me like I notice him. if it's the former, he's probably curious as to why a fourteen year old is staring at him intently while pretending to be watching NCIS on the television in front of her. Well, maybe not curious. I'm pretty transparent. It's a real problem. I need to channel the energy I use to obsess over a stranger into something more productive and healthier.

  Sweat, soap, snow, sighing.
  How much longer will I wait?
  Sweat, soap, snow, single.

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