School Girl Crush

I have a crush on one of my neighbors. There are couple of cute neighbors in my building, but one in particular has a strange affect on me. Every time I see him, I turn into a complete idiot. Seriously. I don’t know what happens to me. I get frazzled and nervous. I either  don’t have anything witty to say. Or, I say something that makes him blush. Which basically means I make a sexually suggestive joke in a way that objectifies him. (Mom, if you’re reading this, yes, you heard me right. I have a dirty, dirty, mind.) Best of all, pretty much any time I see my cute neighbor I look my worst. It’s usually at the end of long work day when I’m exhausted and look tired or after the gym when I’m sweaty and and my hair is a mess.

Today, I didn’t feel like going to the gym so I decided to run the stairs in my neighborhood instead.  I’m on my 12th set, it’s about 90 degrees outside, I’m completely drenched when I get to the top of the staircase and who do I see? That’s right. I see my cute neighbor. He’s at the top of the staircase with one of his friends, probably headed to Hollywood Bowl. We say hello. I’m assuming he was headed to Hollywood Bowl to see Radiohead because everyone I know went to see Radiohead and the stairs are a shortcut to the Bowl. This is the second time this has happened. I’m running the stairs, I’m drenched, I’m a complete mess and I run into him at the top of the stairs. Last time I ran into him at the top of the stairs, he was headed to the Bowl with his mom and his aunt. So I got to meet his mom and his aunt looking my absolute finest.  

 I’m sure I’ll run into him tomorrow night when I’m headed home from my spinning class.

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