It was a pretty normal weekend for me. Never as much sleep as I plan... hanging out with my boys... a few parties... and running into Monet. I first met him on the sands of Condado, Puerto Rico back in May of 2004. From the instant I saw Monet, I was smitten. Beautiful smile, golden skin, as tall as me, and an infectious personality. After watching him play volleyball for what seemed like hours... and joining in for a few matches myself, I quizzed my then bestfriend on who the hell was he.I put your picture on my mirror... Start to blush when somebody says your name... In my stomach there's a pain... See you walk in my direction, I go the other way
I start to stutter when I speak... Try to stand, but my knees go weak... What's happening to me? In Dark, can you tell me what it means?
I lay my head on my pillow... You got me starring out the window... Wish on a star for a sign... Thats the reason why-Fantasia, When I See You
I only saw him on a few occasions since then but once I moved to Atlanta I seemed to run into Monet quite frequently. And every time I see him, I smile. You know when you find someone that totally embodies your 'type', but you just don't know what to do or what to say. Well after several months of harmless flirting back and forth... I did something I never do. I laid my cards on the table and told him how I felt. As I stood there totally exposed, it seemed to catch him off guard but he finally knew.
Sunday, I ran into Monet again at Dejangos... he gave me the usual customary hug that I have come to expect but this time it was quite more. Apparently the $70 United Colors of Benetton shorts were paying off. (mental note go back and get the brown ones IMMEDAITELY) Later in the night he made an excuse of not being able to dance... as long as I have known him I have never seen him on the dance floor so and I was definitely trying to ummm check his moves. We talked for awhile and exchanged text messages from across the club. As we said our goodbyes our eyes met and I could tell he knew how I was feeling at that moment... with another mentioning of him liking my shorts, Monet was gone.
As I rode home from the club recanting the nights events with my boy... a goodnite text message came across the Treo. Damn I hate it when they know you like them.
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You've inspired me to do the same. My friend that I've liked for almost 2 years is going to Iraq in August so I don't have much time. I wasn't sure how to go about doing it but I think the best way is just to come out and say it. I'm not sure what will happen next but at least he'll know.
Good luck with Monet.
umm those shorts were definitely doing it!!
Don't ya' hate being so vulnerable and exposed?! LOL
Well, I applaud your courage. To be so direct, assertive and in-your-face, I'm a shy coward when it comes to someone I REALLY like. Well, the first step is admitting the problem.
UH... a picture of the shorts - or better yet, you in the shorts - please!
Monet? Is that his real name?
of course not, names are always changed to keep somethings private because alot of people I know and those I don't who know me read the blog
damnit what the hell is special about those shorts and do those shorts come in my size??
Reading this made me happy. Crushes are the best! They remind me of younger years. Let the games begin...I'm looking forward to reading how this plays out.
long story short ....
i can relate
yo i saw u out on sunday 2 and those shorts were definitely accentuating the positives
i love flirting with a fitting candidate...gives you that boyish thrill.
first...reddmann...I need a link to these shorts. I went to the UCOB website and they mustn't be from the current collection. You got Monet mentioning them twice and atl talking bout how they accentuate your positives. i need these shorts. lol.
Crushes are fun. I love that light, airy dramafree feeling when the possibilities are endless in your mind.
Crushes are the best. Let us know who things pann out! *smilz*
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