Dang it.

So girl goes to church 8 months ago, boy teaches Sunday school, girl laughs at boys jokes, boy notices, girl and boy spend the next 8 months skirting around each other, present day, boy has birthday, girl tells boy happy birthday, boy reengages, girl tries to remain cool, boy tells girl she's pretty while stumbling over his words in the most adorable way, girl smiles all day, girl seeks boy out to no avail, girl feels silly, boy isn't Devon. 

There is my life and my odd attraction to this man that is not conventionally physically appealing. He has an amazing mind and quick wit and is engaging to talk to. I found myself hoping he'd ask me on a date. Is that bad? I'm supposed to be going on dates, but Devon comes home so soon and maybe this guy isn't even a little bit interested. Maybe he is, we won't know because he didn't ask me on a date. Maybe I'll see him next week if he's sticking around for the summer. I hope he is, but then again maybe not. Who knows? Stupid hormones. Stupid boys paying attention to me. Stupid.