In search of Ryan Todd

So there is this boy - we shall call him Ryan Todd - that showed up at the writing center about a week and a half ago while I was working an extra shift to help pay for the trip to California that I was supposed to be taking this weekend. I had been working for three and a half hours and I'd helped eight or nine people with papers already, so I was none too happy when the door opened again.

But, my dear readers, Ryan Todd was a whole new species of gorgeous. I don't remember that much about his paper because I was too busy thinking "you have really pretty eyes.....," but I remember at one point in the middle of our discussion he looked up and said, "I don't believe in fate." Now mind you, the statement was totally relevant to our conversation about the essay, but I still fell in love a little bit when he said it.

When he left, I promptly berated myself for thinking such silly thoughts when, in fact, I was already taken. Still, I couldn't help feeling giddy when I saw him a few days later and he said hello. That's right, Ryan Todd McGorgeous remembered lil old me. I yelled at myself again on the way back to Ferrin. It was not very effective. I couldn't wipe the fatuous smile off my face, try as I might.

Then I became single and Ryan Todd disappeared off the face of the Gordon bubble. I didn't see him once all week. I kept hoping he'd show up at the writing center with another paper... or just for a visit (XD yeah I know). I at least wanted to know how his paper that somehow had something to do with fate turned out. Mais alas, Ryan Todd was nowhere to be found.

And then today. I spotted him from afar during chapel and was all YAAAY until I realized that he realized that I'd been looking at him. Oooops, heh heh.

Welcome back to third grade, y'alls.