so i didn't mention him before, but i'd noticed (and by noticed, i mean i'd been staring at constantly) this guy who sits near me at the library. he's tall, short dark hair, broad shoulders, perfect arms (muscular but not on steroids)...kind of basketball playerish. he's tanned, has a nice smile and these blue eyes that KILL me. basically, he's an adonis. his walk is great. y'all may think i'm crazy, but i mean it. he doesn't have the "i'm full of myself becase i think i'm God's gift" walk. if you don't know what i'm talking about, tune into a yankees game and watch derek jeter do it. he's the king of "i think i'm hot" walking. this guy's walk: kind of dopey. he has these glasses that make him look kind of dorky which i LOVE. he rides a motorcycle (HOT!). we've made occasional eye contact (and by eye contact, i mean he's caught me staring a few times, but i usually manage a smile instead of a freaked-out look that i've been busted). well, today we talked. his name is jared. he's actually been a practicing lawyer for a couple years but moved firms and now has to take the new jersey bar. he doesn't actually want to be a lawyer at all. he wants to teach self defense. he has a weird sense of humor that i don't always get right away, but he makes me laugh so much (either because i'm getting the joke, or i'm laughing at myself for NOT getting that he's joking). who knows if anything will come out of it. the only bad thing: he has a cat. i hate cats.
he was giving me a lot of shit, which i like. i like that he wasn't afraid to make fun of me or give me a hard time. and did i mention his eyes? so anyways, for all who wondered whether i'm mourning tech boy...i'm not. i'll keep you updated. i sense that he's interested. rather, i sense that i wouldn't be getting as much attention if he had a girlfriend. also, EVERY SINGLE girl in the library has been checking him out all week and I was the first one to get to talk to him. i could see all their beady eyes searing through me. heck yeah!
also, let me tell you about love. i called my mother to say i was craving pizzelles (italian cookies, google it, you've seen them before), so she called my grandmother who made them and sent them to me three hours later (overnight mail, no less). i was instructed to not call the house to thank her because my grandfather would fly off the handle if he found out she'd spent $25 overnighting me cookies. i love my grandma!
if you haven't done so yet, please continue reading Ale's story: how jasmine got her boobs. it's like "it's a wonderful life"...every time a bell rings, an angel gets her wings. but it's different.