She jerked away from me like a startled fawn might,if I had a startled fawn and it jerked away from me.
I’m stressing myself out a little bit. The past two weeks have been extremely busy/hectic/kreay/whatever.
ANYWAYS AHHHH! Why must a freak out every time I talk/interact/walk past any remotely dreamy (bearded) dude? I’m such a crystallize-r- I’ve developed surface crushes on these coffee shop/grocery store guys whom I’ve barely spoken a word to and when I run into them I freeze and don’t say anything. I really just need to step up and at least ask them where the tabouli mix is… instead of walking up and down the same aisle avoiding eye contact. WHY DO I AVOID EYE CONTACT?
I’m such a baby.
I also convince myself that they are either gay or jerks anyways.
