I’m in the library. There is the guy—the type of guys I love to adore (slender, tall, long flowing dreadlocks, bohemian, and artistic). I saw him last week in the library but he didn’t notice me. Just now, he stood at an awkward angle to check me out. He stood and read a magazine for about 15 minutes. I glanced at him when he wasn’t looking. I caught him looking at me through my peripheral vision when he thought I wasn’t noticing.
He just walked away and as he left, our eyes met. I blushed and turned away. I felt like a schoolgirl! We only glanced at each other for a few seconds but it felt like an eternity. Gosh. I haven’t felt like that since “The One Who Didn’t Feel the Same”. Wow. I’m not going to say anything to him. I am almost always the aggressor. If he wants me, he will chase me. But what a feeling! It gave me such a rush! It made me feel young again.