Mr Billy. Bombers.
I feel so FUCKED UP right now. Apart from the fact that bestie came to my workplace, and BFF’s being there for me whenever I need them, everything was totally FUCKED UP. Just NOT my day. Totally NOT.
Remember Billy Bomber’s Hottie?
Yeah. I’ve been eyeing him for the longest of time. He’s like a motivation for work you see. I have the desire to progress from being just the girl next door to being a friend to him. I’ve tried every means and ways to get to know his name. Well, at least the only way is getting my workmate to do it for me. Yeah. Coward, I AM.
So I thought to myself. Why not I do it myself? And, I tried mind you. Saw him going to the toilet when we were doing closing. I cleared up quickly and decided that since he’s not back yet, I’d have a chance at “bumping” into him when I walk to the toilet myself.
WE DID! We did bump into each other. But..
Being in close proximity to him is just so pleasurable that all I can do is staring as he walks past me to the stairway. When the door clicks, it finally dawned upon me that I had actually MISSED THE CHANCE TO KNOW HIM!!!!!!!!!!!
I could very well say “Hi!” “Hello!” or even ask for his name but I DID NOT!
Shucks! The agony of it all. It’s just too heart wrenching. This is an epitome of stupidity. I feel so humiliated to be me. Whatever that means, ok?
in writing. || 11:34 AM