To every season; turn, turn, turn.

I  had a second glance today.  It's not normal for me to get the attention of good looking men.  At least it's not completely obvious if it does happen.  But today I think I had a moment with this really good looking boy that came into my ass...eh, the movie theatre.  He was a bit early for the 5:20 showing of Clash of the Titans and sat on the bench awaiting the arrival of his friends.  Well, it seemed little mister sexy pants had a bit of a looky-loo problem with yours truly.  Before this whole situation of the eyes came about there was the overly extended reach, grab and hold of the money exchange.  Our hands touched and remained in the touching position for what felt like six days.  I still feel his embrace around my itchy fingers.  After he took the change from my hand he said, and I quote, "perfect".  Now I know I have flawless hand, eye, money counting coordination but I'm thinking he meant the shine off my pearly whites!  Ha.  Slightly hued creams, almost yellows!  That's probably a better fit.  Either way, he made butt love with the bench that faced the box office and occationaly popped his gaze over to mine.  The last time he studied my face with professional ease and then smurked.  His beautiful blue eyes gleamed off the black shine of his hair as he stood up to greet his friend, who by the way was not as stunning but still in the same Galaxy of God Damn!  They left together towards the theatre.  I, starring like the facebook stalker I am, followed the back of his head all the way round the corner; he totally turned to look back...score. 

I was going to end this story on a pessimistic point but decided to refrain from my normal downsizing of my soul.  A friend asked me if I were still self deprecating.  Ouch.  So, I took the high road and ended it with a happy.  The story is completely false but it made for a quick little anecdote.

Another person asked if I were getting mental help.  She totally thought I wasn't okay and completely unstable!  She follows me on Twitter and I always write some crazy shit on there.  It made me laugh.  Now to remedy the situation I write even more off the wall shit on my Twitter account.  Whoopsie!