Eight

Tuesday 19th January 2010

last night I met him

You know, Him, the one that every other boy goes up against, he's imaginary in a sense. But last night he was so real

long dark hair, green eyes, tall enough but not too tall. black loose skinnies tucked into workies books, white t-shirt and a denim jacket. oh my god.

Of course he's never going to speak to me

oh my god he's talking to me
"nice shoes"
oh my god he likes my shoes!
say something, you total reject!
"thanks, nice jacket"
he smiles, oh god.

he's sweet, takes my camera to take photos for me, I'm too short.
he talks about music, he talks and talks.
so much to say, lights go up, and he says
"here, give me your number... you've got so much to say"
he smiles
he's gone.

He texts at half 11 to say all the usual, I reply, he replies and then says goodnight and I say night too

Now what?

I don't even know him...