So I toured the moog factory today with the gens.
And at the end of the tour, the gm had them in this small room that made me feel immediately claustrophobic. Plus, I really didn't care either way whether I was in there or not (I was mostly there to spend a little bit of extra time with my boys before their next show. I don't see them nearly enough, I say while pouting.), so I shooed everyone else ahead of me and kind of stood right outside the doorway.
So there I am just sipping my yerba mate latte, half-listening to the gm giving the run-down on what happens in that room, when I am casually glancing around at the people in the factory and lock eyes with someone.
Someone who is very attractive and who is clearly checking me out
Now let me break in this story to tell you that I have always had what I like to call overactive facial blood vessels. Basically, I blush very, very easily. And I nearly always blush if I'm making eye contact with someone that I'm obviously having some kind of connection with. IT'S A MOOD KILLER, REALLY.
Oh, men love coy? So much for being coy when your face just discovered a new shade of red!! Ugh.
Anyways, I am maybe kind of ridiculously shy when it comes to romantic moments. I am not entirely sure which comes first - the blushing or the embarrassment, but sometimes the blushing seems to cause the embarrassment. Hi, face, I'd like to hide the fact that I'm already crushing on homeboy over there, thanks! (Also, face, you know that kissing and caressing thing you're rather fond of? Yeah. Stop fucking this up.)
ANYWAY, BACK TO MY TRU WUV MOMENT
So beardy, unkempt, and tall (and sexy and beautiful and just the right amount of lean muscle and pure man jkndinwen) asheville man with the cute wry smile is trying to signal to me "hey lady ur a QT" or similar, idk, so I panic (but try to act so coy. so. coy.) and pretend i didn't really see, so I'm like pointedly looking everywhere else. But after like 5 seconds of thought, i'm like omg that's not what happened, you're so vain. Then I looked again. And the smile is even WRY-ER. and meltier. God, I'm blushing just thinking about it. This happened, like, three more times. JUST TO BE SURE. Then I was subsequently ushered out of the factory because the tour was over.
And I'm moving to Costa Rica in a month.
Whyyyyy, Mr. Wry Smile Guy. Iwantyou.
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