If You've got it, Flaunt it. . .

. . .The Producers. Which is a musical I am very sick of. I've seen it in this country and in London.

But, that is not the point. I should write more blogs on the spot and post them. That last entry started out as what I hoped to be an angry rant. But, turned out very, as ironic as this is; nicely. He called. iTunes was all knowing. And creepy. It was nice.

We talked about the dance. I apologized. He disregarded it. He brought up how no one complimented his outfit. I thought he looked great. From the moment I saw him in his all black suit, I thought he looked great. He's an attractive person. And he is friends with a lot of people I like. And, he's sweet. And gets along with everyone, even strangers. Yet, I feel like he's an every girl's guy. I'm nothing special. Which, is fine. Because, at the moment, and I'm hesitant to put 'at the moment' because it implies I think something will happen and our friend situation will change, still, at the moment we are just friends. And he can be with whoever he wants.

Oh, Camelot's playing again. If I Ever were to Leave you. I really love this musical. Look it up.

I told him I thought he looked great tonight. I almost wished he would have said something back. But, I wasn't even wearing a dress so I understand why he didn't compliment my simple purple top. Even though it was from Top Shop in London. I didn't feel very pretty. I wish I had been wearing a dress.

But, we had a great conversation. I like him.
I like him a lot.
But, that makes me nervous.
How can I be so picky?