There is this wonderful boy at Blockbuster. He has eyes that make me melt and talks to me like an old friend even though we don’t know each other’s first names. I’ve been hoping he’ll finally ask me my name but I feel like he’s too polite. And to be honest, I’m so shy that it wouldn’t matter anyway. I keep thinking that maybe I should open up a blockbuster card… but I think I’m afraid that he still won’t really want to be anything more than a polite salesperson.

I think he’s a really great person, just because of our awkward conversations across the store.



the irony is, the second I posted this I knew what my fate would be. He signed me up for a Blockbuster card and I feel like a fool. I’m so embarrassed, but there’s just something about him…