The Bluey Way, 81'

Eugene OR

Description

Dear Mr. Late Nights in the Garage, If you ever even see this, and realize that this is me, I'll just be mortified. I really want to say, tell me when you do, but I may die from the embarrassment. Honestly, I'll let you choose. You can mortify me, or get to know me better? Either way, will make me happy. Since our very first words, my heart just races when I see you. I really can't help it. It has slowed down, skipped beats, then shot up to racing around the track again all in just the few minutes my mouth has managed to spill nonsense out at you because I am so freaking nervous talking to you. You honestly probably don't even know it, by our conversations. When we text, I just have so much to say, and your few worded answers are hard to read between the lines. I don't know maybe, you're just being friendly, and nice? Am I hoping that you're flirting with me? Yes, of course! I just don't know if you actually are. I can be a bit much and come on too strong. I want someone who matches that, so the way I see it, you could always tell me to leave you alone or that you're picking up on my crush and you are not feeling the same way. I'd really like to think that you would tell me. Just the small fated short encounters we've had has really peaked my interest in you. I try so hard to look into your gorgeous eyes to admire them more, but you make me so freaking nervous, or maybe it's a slight amount of intimidation? Either way, they are gorgeous and I can only imagine they would match the soul. This is probably inappropriate, like 10,000% or you'll never see this. I just needed to get this out there into the universe to get it off my chest, So I can get over this crush I have on you. Because let's face it, I'd have more of a chance talking and getting to know a famous person as a friend than you seeing this, not thinking it's creepy, but actually thinking it's sweet, and then making a move or gesture towards me. -Just, Me.