Please burst my bubble before it gets too bigOk, seriously. I'm not an optimistic, girly, giddy person, but I feel that way today. My god, I've never been all retarded over someone like I am about him. It was one fucking date and I can't stop thinking about him.
He emailed me this morning and said he had a great time, that he looks forward to Sunday when we're going out again, and that I was cute. And that's how I knew he was full of shit; I am not cute.
But god damn it if I'm not giddy.