tornado.

last night was a fabulous night. today was an even better day...but i don't want to get ahead of myself, here.

last night: the storm

i was working a sunday shift. same old sunday shift. same old sunday shit. overweight middle-aged men LOVE their wrestling. sitting there drinking water and eating dessrt. i like sundays usually. very slow. very easy-paced.

i was working the back of the bar--we're talking, pretty shitty section but decent for parties--and i noticed a serious hottie sitting at the bar. SERIOUS HOTTIE ALERT!!! i found out through my bar bitches his name (very rad); his sweet job (yay for being a superstar); and that he lives in LA.

ash tells me to go over and talk to him. she thinks i should strike up conversation about LA seeing as i am going in...eleven days (woo)...he is unreal looking.

maybe i psyched myself out but for some reason i got butterflies and i couldn't think of a good way of starting conversation. anyone who knows me, KNOWS that making conversation is never my problem. well, it was with him. i made sure to make cutesy gestures close to his seat so he could notice me. i think he did...i was a little dramatic. even though i was trying to be cute (keyword: TRYING) so he could strike up conversation with me...i could not muster up the courage to say anything to him. i became the ultimate shy girl. woah, SOOOOO not my element.

i was whining to ash about how bad i wanted to talk to him...she thinks i'm a nutjob. i am, ash. i am. as i am goofing at the bar being the total DORK that i am...he gets up from his barstool. yes, i know exactly where he is in the bar at all times. he walks towards me. i need to see his eyes, his face. i could only imagine...(barf!). we made eye contact. it was SWEET. SWEET eye contact. butterflies.

ash and i are talking. my back to the washrooms. i am being a goof asking her if he's behind me...giggling and being dumb. all of a sudden,

"hollywood."

i turn.

"hey. i hear you're going to LA in a few days.

i stare.
i manage to pull myself together, keep it cool. keep it cool.

"uh, ya."

i am MEGA smiling.

"are you stalking me?" i say. "am i micked??"

trying to be smooth. funny, even.
no such luck. we start talking and i fall. he is gorgeous. i was shaking, my heart was on turbo-speed, i felt like i was in a dream.

he is gorgeous.

we start talking about where we were from and what we liked to do. we had a very short chat about LA actually. now that i think about it. we kinda, went off topic pretty quickly. let me tell you. i had NO idea how long or short this conversation was.

ash tells me i have a table. he walks away awkwardly and tells me to have fun in LA.

he is gorgeous.

i am in a trance. totally zoned out. i want to go back over and talk to him. i divert my attention to my tables--i feel like i have been neglecting them and i also wanted to hide.

our chemistry was so intense. INTENSE. i have never felt such an energy for someone like that...so strong and powerful. i was shaking for fuck's sake!

ash tells me that he is leaving. the bar bitches start telling me to 'hurry up, hollywood. he's leaving. we've billed him'

i pussied out. i did. i DID. whyyyyy? he left. and i was too much of a dork to go and say goodbye. WHYYYYYYY!?!?!

he will be back to the bar. he WILL. and i will talk to him and get his number or give him mine...or his facebook. SOMETHING! ANYTHING!

i know i sound crazy. i know.
i need to stop talking about my new boyfriend...i called my mother this morning and told her that she is going to absolutely LOVE her new son-in-law.

is it weird that i think that i have a chance with this guy? i am gonna pull some carrie bradshaw shit right about now (sorry!)

is there such a thing as love at first sight?

xoxox