Ooooh, I'm Too Nervous!

This is really supposed to be a Monday post, but after that endless entry last night I just didn't feel like it.

So for the past two weeks or so there has been this guy at the bus stop on Main and Washington Place. That's where I get the 709 bus to the Garden State Plaza, where I work. And, wow, this guy, at least in my opinion, is totally gorgeous. My reaction to him is similar to my reaction to Anderson Cooper, so you know that means something.

The guy dresses well and is very nice looking. But you can tell by his body language, the way he carries himself, and the way he styles his hair that he has a bit of the ghetto in him. By that I mean that he probably talks with the somewhat ghetto slang, probably likes rap and shit like that. But still, very nice to look at. He has this intense gaze and it's just so awesome. I don't know about most, but eyes and eye contact are big things for me.

Anyway, so Monday morning he arrived at the bus stop as usual, except this time he had a Barnes and Noble bag with him. I didn't consider it much, except thinking to myself that it was probably just to carry his lunch or some shit. But then, much to my surprise, he actually pulled out a book and started to read. I mean, a guy like him actually reading at a bus stop?? The only guy I've ever seen reading at a bus stop is ME! Usually it's people of the female persuasion that I see reading. So yeah, I got all excited to see a guy I think is really cute reading. Most people my age just don't read anymore, and that's sad.

And then....THEN......I noticed what book he was actually reading. I'm such a loser. I literally gasped and my heart got all fast. This guy was reading one of my favorite books!! It was awesome. I SOOOOOOO wanted to say something. I was going to as well, but I was too nervous. I didn't know exactly what to say. So we got on the bus a short time after that and I just kept glancing over at him.

Fuck, I should have said something. I felt so disappointed in myself. And I won't get to see him till Thursay. That's the next day I have to go in at 9. And he might not have the book with him anymore. And I still don't know what I would say. I'm sure he's not gay either....so what would be the point? But then if I don't say something I'll hate myself forever. Sigh.

What to do?