Indianish-white thing going for him.
Slightly dimpled, day-old shadow of stubble.
The epitome of tall, dark and handsome. (By dark, I mean hair)
The penetrative molten steel-grey eyes.
Makes a puddle of Jayasri-goo. =)
.LOVESICK.
Started out as a bump.
Continued with an apology.
Struggled to tap into the station.
The mad dash to catch him before he got on the train.
Yes, we (or rather I) ran for him, not the train... and pulled (literally) Berjees along.
Eating at KFC reminded me of M. Especially all the stories he's been telling me of people banging into glass. At least I didn't spew mountain dew everywhere like someone I know.
Got my cell changed finally. The sales rep was cute. Plus he was blatantly flirting with me. Oooh.
One of my past camp instructors decided that I'm hot and if he weren't attached, he'd be going after me.
This makes me draw 2 conclusions. (out of MANY)
1. Married/attached men can hardly stay faithful to their vows, much less their significant others since such lil is done to sway them.
2. I'm constantly attracting the wrong crowd of men. Namely the married, attached, pervertic, crazily-smiling, lunatics and aged/overly-matured types.
Pfftt.
Why can't I just simply end up with the 'between the ages of 21-25, TDH, white or indian or whitish-indian and is all the things I mentioned on my MSN personal msg space couple weeks back' kinda guy??? Pray tell.