That was close!

I’ve mentioned a certain guy in my most recent blog posts. I’m not calling him Castro Guy anymore because he recently changed his look and now doesn’t remind me of Fidel Castro anymore - and I’m not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing!

Maybe I shouldn’t mention him too much because with my luck, he might just find this blog through Google by searching for something completely irrelevant. I don’t mind him reading this blog except from the fact that, yeah, I’m talking about my irrational infatuation with him, which I think, he still doesn’t know about.

I have a confession to make: I’m a creepy person. Seriously. Remember when in junior high some girls would write their name in a heart with the name of the boy they liked? I never did that. But for some strange reason, I think I’m starting to do that sort of things now. A couple of days ago I was thinking of him and typed on my cellphone’s notepad the following: “johnjohnjohnjohnjohnjohn<3″.

Are you laughing at me yet? I wrote his name repeatedly followed by a heart. I’m 12 years old again. But the interesting is part is yet to come. This morning at uni he saw me and sat by my side. We’re not super close friends, but we get along well. We were talking, laughing and he started playing around curiously with my cellphone. He didn’t know how to unlock the keyboard and I thought it was funny how he thought the phone was messed up and that it wouldn’t work, but then I remembered: THE NOTE. THE JOHNJOHNJOHN<3 NOTE.

I was already thinking of all the ways I could kill myself right there, you know - throwing myself off the third story of the building, drinking all the reagents from the chem lab nearby, setting myself on fire, hell - even sticking my face into someone’s stinky shoe until I died of instantaneous lung failure.

So I took the phone away from his hands gently and said “Let me unlock it for you”. I kept talking to him, unlocked the phone, deleted the note very quickly and gave it back to him with a smile. I’m not sure of how smooth that was, but I don’t think he noticed! I wonder what his reaction would have been if he happened to check the notes and his name had been there. Maybe he would have slowly moved away with an uncomfortable smile, or maybe he would have asked “So, who’s John?”.

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