You know how there's always that one kind of guy that you find yourself drawn to, that you secretly drool over and go weak at the knees for, but for some reason it's him that you always know you'll never have? For me it's those ones who wear the big headphones all the time, who have perfectly unkempt Zac Efron hair and Adidas shoes, who act aloof but are ridiculously soft on the inside, who rarely smile but when they do, the charm of it blows you away.
Well. Today was a big day because one of those spoke to me today. He was disheveled, and there wasn't a piece of clothing or hair on his head that wasn't in the wrong place. But at the same time, it was all so right in its wrongness, and he made it look astoundingly effortless.
He had no reason to talk to me, but he did, which made him just that much more charming. And there was something about his manner of speaking that had me absolutely enthralled.
The thing is, I knew in my heart that I could never have him, but even so, when he pointed out my shoes--said they were rad--there was that undeniable flutter of nervous hope in my stomach that made me think there was a chance.
A slight one, but a chance, nonetheless.
