and nothing will. no vibe whatsoever. he almost rushed me out the door when I got there. ate tuna for dinner, stood in the kitchen while the dogs ate, generally kept his distance and did not invite me back. cool! that's all the confirmation I needed! now I can relax and not feel weird anymore. eventually this crush shit will die out and I can resume- well, normality I guess, whatever the hell that is in my world.
I want to speculate why I'm not his cup of tea, but that's dangerous thinking. I'll just chalk it up to too young or too fat.
anywho, so ends crushgate. it was a weird, wild distraction for a few months. on to the next one!
stay with me to see what madcap tomfoolery I get into next...