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This is why guys should never dress nicely…

This meme pretty much explains my life at the moment…

Like, seriously.

Today at orchestra, I talked to this really cute guy. He forgot his music last week, and I saw it as a perfect opportunity to talk to him. Just keep in mind, I will exaggerate quite a bit in this post.

Me: “Hey, did you lose your music? Someone forgot theirs last week”

Him: “Well would you look at that! It is mine!”

My brain: “WOW, CAN YOU BE ANY MORE ADORABLE? AND OF COURSE IT’S YOURS, YOU AND I ARE THE ONLY PEOPLE IN THE CELLO SECTION THAT TAPE OUR MUSIC. AND I RECOGNIZE YOUR HANDWRITING FROM YOUR FACEBOOK COVER PICTURE. NOT LIKE I STALKED YOU OR ANYTHING…” *manic laugh*

Me: “Cool” *walks away, drool dripping down my face*

—later—

My friend: “I wonder what his hair feels like?” (he uses gel)

Me: “Let’s touch it” (Finding Nemo moment right here – and I dislike that movie with a very strong passion btw)

My friend: “During break!”

Me: “Sounds good”

My brain: “I WANT TO TOUCH IT NOW!!! IT LOOKS SO SOFT AND ASDFJKL CAN I JUST TOUCH IT RIGHT NOW PLEASE PLEASE”

—later—

My brain: “IT IS BREAK TIME. CAN I PLEASE GO TOUCH HIS HAIR NOW?!”

My friend: *talks about things not pertaining to his beautiful hair*

—later—

Me: *packing up cello and music*

Him: *packing up cello and music right next to me* (my case was right by his – coincidence or not, you decide ;))

Me: “What does your hair feel like?”

Him: “UNICORN HAIR”

My brain: “MARRY ME RIGHT NOW”

My friend: “What do you use in your hair?”

Him: “I never wash my hair, so just grease and dandruff”

My brain: “HE HAS A SENSE OF HUMOR, ALL SYSTEMS ABORT AND MARRY HIM”

Me: “hehehe”

—later—

Me: *putting away chairs and cleaning up band room*

Me: “Can I feel your hair?”

Him: *slowly walks away, with scared look in his eyes*

My brain: “HEHEHE YOU HAVE HIM CORNERED!!! TOUCH HIS HAIR NOW!!!”

Me: *touches his hair*

Me: “ooh soft!”

—later—

My friend: “So what’s your name?”

Him: “[insert awesome name here]”

My brain: “WELL OF COURSE I KNEW THAT… THE CONDUCTER ASKED YOU TWICE IN THE LAST FEW WEEKS. AND YOU KNOW, IT SAYS ON THE SEATING CHART. AND ON YOUR FACEBOOK”

Me: “How tall are you?”

Him: “Six foot”

My brain: “HOLY MUSTACHES. I’M FIVE FOOT TALL… THAT’S TWELVE INCHES TALLER THAN ME!!!”

—later—

Him: *walks down hall with mom and sister*

Me: “They look nothing alike!”

My friend: “They’re definitely not siblings”

My brain: “WELL YOU KNOW… HIS SISTER OR WHOEVER WAS IN YOUR ORCHESTRA LAST YEAR, AND SINCE YOU STILL HAVE THE PROGRAM FROM A CONCERT, LOOK HIS LAST NAME UP AND SEE IF SHE HAS THE LAST NAME AS HIM!”

Me: *drools*

Yep, guys should really not be able to wear perfect-pants (not too tight, not too loose – European guys have this style down)… and button down shirts, and perfect-shirts (not too tight, not too loose)

Until next time, Em 🙂

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