So I had this crush. He was just the most beautiful chocolate man I have ever seen. I swear every time I saw him in the cafe, I would walk over to the line he was in like...

And I'm not even going to lie I would stare. I imagined what he was thinking about which was probably food. And then imagine what he was getting, and if he liked it because his mother made it for him when he was younger. Now eventually he would turn and look back at me. So obviously I played it off like

This interaction or lack there of continued for months, and I talked about him alllllllllllll the time to my friends who were annoyed because they knew I didn't have the guts to actually speak to him in the first place. So my conversations were pointless to them and the only response I got from them was body language that looked like this...I spent days thinking about him, and one night built up the courage liquidly to follow him on twitter. I am embarrassed to say that I liked almost every tweet and photo right then and there. As well as commented on anything that I possibly could, no matter how long ago he put it out there. In my defense that night it seemed like a great idea. Only for me to wake up the next morning and see the damage I caused, the next moments could only be described as ...

I recovered and stayed away from the cafe for a good week, but the stars aligned and we bumped into each other in the bookstore. He smiled and said "Hey, you're that girl." I was silent and he continued with words that felt like a stab in my heart. He said "You know, that girl from twitter." I was busted! I could only own up to my embarrassment which looked a lot like

But then something magnificent happened. He asked for my number and before I could even leave the bookstore we had our first text. Now I practically ran to my friends, throwing my phone screen in their face screaming and doing my happy dance because his name was on it. "HE TEXTED ME" I kept saying, and boy was I happy. I typed up a text to send back to him and went on with my day.

However, by 10pm I grew solemn, for he had yet to text me back. I complained to my best friends thinking to myself why would this happen to me. Nadia my closest bestie grabbed my phone and went to the message thread. The only accurate depiction of her face would be this one...

TO BE FAIR I thought I sent the text. Turns out I only typed it up, but never hit the blue arrow. (IPhone privileges) So long story short, I am a clutz. However it's been months since this incident and lets just say his name still pops up on my phone. Only this time I make sure to reply and hit send. So yeah I took a chance, and decided to shoot my shot. And this is the story of us...