Okay. I swear this is my last personal post for a while (maybe) & that I will so write loads of poetry tonight, but I had to share this with someone & I am not in the mood to call anyone on the phone & you guys are like my bestest friends, so you get to hear this instead of whoever I could call. You guys also don’t seem to mind much, so I am just going to be thankful that I have the most amazing followers ever & spill my guts.

So yesterday I had an amazing Skype session with this ridiculously handsome & smart British boy that I met via OkC. It was just, ugh, he is just…yeah. Okay. You get the gist. I am crushing hard. Well, I had sent a message to another guy from the same city as him a couple days ago who just messaged me back to inform me he was actually the roommate of the boy I am crushing on. The funny thing is that I was introduced to him when he came home during the Skype session & I failed massively to put two & two together. Gah! Small world!

Getting past the embarrassment of winding up messaging a set of roommates via okcupid, he also mentioned in his reply that his flatmate, the one I have a crush on, has been talking about me & my poetry. He’s been talking about me! To his roommate! Squee!

You wanna know the icing on the cake? The boy who I have a major crush on sent this at the end of his email to me today:

"P.S. Whilst we’re on the "nice-to-stare-at" page, is now the right time to admit that when I last visited your profile (and, ok, just now too) I spent slightly more time than was strictly necessary to check out your new photos? My compliments last night were a bit lame - though hopefully in a charming British, bumbling, Hugh Grant kind of way - but sincere. You are, also, nice to stare at. x"

Oh my god. My chest feels like it might explode. CRUSH CRUSH CRUSH. ALL OF THE CRUSHING GOING ON HERE. DON’T MIND ME, GUISE. I’M JUST CRUSHING OVER HERE IN MY CORNER OF CRUSHINESS. INTERNAL FLAILS & SQUEALS. ACHY HEART. OH GOODNESS. GOTTA BREATHE. DEEP BREATHS. WOO.