Monday, June 1, 2009

June 1 and I can't concentrate

George


Volleyball player.
Tall.
Dark.
Handsome.
Plays guitar.
Used to sing in his band.
Soft-spoken.
Loves great music.
Amazing thick Boston accent.
Sweet smile.


We became friends at Nationals.
He ditched his team to hang out with our friends the last night.
He said he didn't dance, but he danced with me a few times.

It feels like I've missed him for a month...even though I saw him less than 48 hours ago.


I want to write to him.
But he's got a gf so I won't.

I'm writing this instead.


One day I hope to find someone like you George!


Sigh....ok, back to work.

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