so there's this boy

summers here and love is blooming. i've never had a summer love, but i can't say that i wouldn't like to have one. there's something about summer that seems so romantic, and of course i'm the bumbling, idiotic, and hopeless romantic. i fall for anything that comes with cheesy pick-up lines and corny compliments. so here's the makings of my first summer love?....

i have been spending time with this guy lately. He's a little under 6 feet tall, dark hair, dark eyes, and athletic body. His style could use a little work, most days he wears a dark button-up with some blue jeans to match. But despite his somewhat blue-collar fashion sense, he is adorable. He wears dark wire-frame glasses and is somewhat of a nerd. Last night he spent a good 10 minutes telling me about his new "pimp" laptop. And yes, I couldn't help but heckle over his use of the word "pimp." Irregardless, he has sharp facial features and a very exciting personality. He is definitely a very attractive man. Oh, and he is 24 years old.

he got into town a little late last night, but he still wanted to hang out. so, we decided to meet at a park next to the river and walk along the levies overlooking the river, something we have done a few times in the past. he was slightly intoxicated and a little more open than his usual shy self. we spent about an hour walking until we found a bench to sit on. as we sat on the bench, i listened to him ramble on about something pointless, and then somehow we managed to make eye contact and both of us just stopped talking. it was definitely something out of the movies. after an awkward moment i looked away and let out a little giggle. i was giddy, i'll be the first to admit it. no matter how much i wanted to lean in for the kiss, i didn't want to kiss him while he was drunk and i was sober. after i looked away he kept asking me to look at him again, and i kept refusing him. when he asked why, i simply replied, "i can't, i just can't." he kept bugging me for a while but i held my ground and played dumb. finally he gave up and then out came the compliments. usually whispering little side notes like, "you look cute tonight" or "i really like when you wear glasses." i was definitely flattered, and i just returned his compliments and accepted those he gave me.

finally after hanging out for almost two hours i wrapped things up and decided it best i go home. i wanted that kiss so bad, but i just couldn't kiss him while i was sober. it just didn't seem right. not to mention, i don't know what i'm getting myself into. i don't know what i want right now, and i always like to think about the future. i can't help it though, he is just too cute to resist. and the next time we hang out, sober, i can't say i won't take that moment to kiss him.

so could this be the beginning of summer love?