oh, NOW you can talk to me?

First, a photo, because everyone on facebook has been "liking" it, and I think I look quite pretty in it...

I imagine I would look quite good if I actually had my eyebrows waxed, and tossed a spot of makeup on, and ran a brush through my hair. But all of that being said, I love how I look here. And it is really nice to finally be at a point in my life where I don't despise everything about my physical being.

Second... I don't recall how much I talked about it on here if at all (and don't feel like going through all of my old blog posts to see, so I might bore you with the same information again), but: In March, I had an enormous crush on this guy. And when I say enormous crush, I mean, ENORMOUS crush. Like, biggest crush I have ever had on anyone ever in my life. Ever. The two boyfriends who I actually loved don't count as crushes, because I liked them for a brief time before we started dating and whatnot. So, I had this huge crush, and eventually mustered up the guts to sort of ask this guy out, via a really cute note, inspired by something that he said. Long story short, he told a friend of mine to ask me to back off because he has a fiancee (you can't see me right now, but I am ROLLING MY EYES). So, I did. Haven't said much at all to him since Easter when this happened, except things I needed to say to him for work, or "hi."

So fast-forward to yesterday. I stopped to ask him a question about something work-related and my potential transfer out of the store. And we just talked for probably a good fifteen minutes or so. Later on, he really came over and talked to me and one of my besties for a ridiculously long amount of time. It was as if the last month never happened, as if I never awkwardly asked him out, as if he was never freaked out by the fact that I was pushing too hard.

I guess all I had to do to get him to talk to me again was to tell him that I am leaving. What a shame.