A song by Texas I guess

Today my entire department went out to lunch for one of the designers who’s leaving. Going off to L.A. Off to where I want to be. Off into the sunset. And all that jazz.

I sat between Cool Guy and our admin and amazed them all with my knowledge of trivial, stupid stuff. I get every magazine known to man for my job. I at least flilp through/skim all of them, and read the ones that appeal to me the most (i.e. Not Transworld Skateboarding.) When you peruse Seventeen and Maxim and Teen People everyday you pick up some random, useless shit.

Not to mention I adore pop culture and everything gooey about it. I want my MTv.

God help me, I think I might have a little pseudo-crush on Cool Guy. I’m not sure if this is because I like him liking me and I want to keep the fire burning, or if because he somehow seeped in, made me fathom the possibility of him being someone in my life.

He gave me a CD he’d made to listen to today. It’s cool, and I was apprehensive when I popped it in the iBook since they tend to blow out some not even remotely pop music over there. It has some obscure stuff on it, music I’ve never heard before, but I’m falling for it. There’s a sweetness to it, a tenderness I can see in him through his selections. Ten bucks he made this for a chick.

Damn, why is this happening?

Maybe it’s just me coming off the rejection of the Texan.

The default rejection of the Texan.

We haven’t communicated or even seen each other since late last week. I sent him an email on Friday, totally casual, saying if he wanted to hang out over the weekend, just give me a call. Ball so totally in his court, y’all.

Argh! He’s another one I never even considered crushing on. And there he was, being all cute and interested and sweet and gentlemanly. And being from Texas. Just had to make me go and like him.

Oh, ouch. Wait a minute. Cool Guy just left with Most Annoying Girl Ever. Uh, maybe I need help evaluating these things.

Damn. Shoot. Crap.