God Bless The Girl

Now, if I hadn't been so sedated yesterday I probably wouldnt have had the guts to ask him to come over, what with the fact that it was valentine's zift and all single guys have their little radars out ready to intercept any female panic and run 500 miles away...

But he did, and Mariam unexpectedly came home, which kinda sucked because I was hoping for alone time, but then again she did make us both ease up and get comfortable around each other...and then she spent the rest of the night watching us laughing into each other's eyes, joking, flirting, play-hitting each other...and she felt like the third wheel.
And you know what? i'm fine with that, it's about time she does, i've had about five years of sitting there in the background, yawning and trying to feel selflessly happy for her.

Part of me feels so weird to be in this uncharted territory of role reversal, where I am actually enjoying someone's company and she's alone, somehow I feel someone must have mixed up somewhere...

I like him. A lot. We have the same sense of humour, and we crack the same stupid jokes, and it's totally fine to be my goofy self around him, cause he's an even bigger goof.

He has an interesting face.
Of course i'm biased, because i'm attracted to him, but he has a face I can always read in a different way.
He's no supermodel, but better: he has a face full of lines and quirks and turns and secrets and i want to keep reading.

He has this weird bag just under his left eyebrow and it's just so cool to touch.
And he has a scar on his forehead from banging his head onto his grandmother's bed....

And his hair, well.
I have a thing for playing with guys' hair, it's just so much fun, and he has a thing for having someone play with his hair, so this aspect i think we're quite alright together.

I like him.
And i think maybe we can start going into that comfortable part where the paranoia stops and we just enjoy hanging out, no complications.

We might go karaoking on thursday for some real bad 80s rap songs. I'm going for Salt N Pepa, or maybe Prince's K.I.S.S.? maybe then he'd get the hint.

If not, a tshirt with "I LIKE YOU" on it is always an option.