So, I have to tell you about Mr. M A N. He is most probably the Man-Of-My-Dreams, and for those of you with Facebook there is proof that he exists.
I first saw him whilst I was sitting on the steps in front of my school, enjoying the sunshine, waiting for my lecture to start. There was a large construction truck parked right in front of the stairs, but I didn't really think much of it since there is always something that needs to be done in an old building like my school. But then, all of a sudden, Mr. M A N comes out of the building. He starts to lift all of these metal poles out of the truck and you need to understand; there is a reason why this man is called Mr. M A N; he is rugged and so insanely buff that he makes everything look easy! And when he smiles his face just lights up! He has scruff and tattoos down his arms, even down his back! It's like he pretty much stepped out of another dimension of sexiness and decided to grace me with his perfectness. So, carrying these HEAVY metal poles inside he disappeared from my view. I was left starstruck.
From then on I was pretty much obsessed. I told almost everyone I know that I had seen the Man-Of-My-Dreams, and how unbelievably handsome he was. I was very good at convincing people that there was, under no circumstances, a match for this guy. And people always told me to go back and talk to him, different people advising me to use different tactics. You know who you are.
Anyways, a perfect opportunity presented itself to me and starstruck as I was I desperately grabbed at it. I had promised some of my friends to be überstalker and take a picture of him, which I managed to some extent. I then watched the two people work for a little bit, having nothing better to do but admire Mr. M A N's physique. I then noticed that they were packing up their stuff and getting ready to leave. So, thinking I could get a better view if I went outside to sit on the steps again, I set my stage. They both came out, carrying various tools and pieces of wood and started getting everything on the truck. Then all of a sudden Luck smiled at me. Mr. M A N's buddy went back inside to get some more things while he stayed with the truck. After a little while I decided that this was the perfect time to strike up a conversation, and so I did. He was close enough so that I woudln't have to raise my voice and it seemed natural to say something. So with my heart pounding in my ears and blood rushing to my head I asked him what they were doing inside. I started a conversation with Mr. M A N...
I can remember everything. It didn't mean anything, and it was all polite pleasantries to make time go a little bit faster, but oh it was Mr. M A N! After a little while his friend came back out, and they got ready to leave. Just as they pulled out of the parking lot, Mr. M A N turned his attention to me, just for a second, to wave and smile goodbye. Starstruck, again, I smiled my best smile and waved back. It only lasted for a couple of seconds, but oh it made my year. My. Year.
Mr. M A N, you are the Man-Of-My-Dreams.
Up, up and away. Stay safe and be nice.
I first saw him whilst I was sitting on the steps in front of my school, enjoying the sunshine, waiting for my lecture to start. There was a large construction truck parked right in front of the stairs, but I didn't really think much of it since there is always something that needs to be done in an old building like my school. But then, all of a sudden, Mr. M A N comes out of the building. He starts to lift all of these metal poles out of the truck and you need to understand; there is a reason why this man is called Mr. M A N; he is rugged and so insanely buff that he makes everything look easy! And when he smiles his face just lights up! He has scruff and tattoos down his arms, even down his back! It's like he pretty much stepped out of another dimension of sexiness and decided to grace me with his perfectness. So, carrying these HEAVY metal poles inside he disappeared from my view. I was left starstruck.
From then on I was pretty much obsessed. I told almost everyone I know that I had seen the Man-Of-My-Dreams, and how unbelievably handsome he was. I was very good at convincing people that there was, under no circumstances, a match for this guy. And people always told me to go back and talk to him, different people advising me to use different tactics. You know who you are.
Anyways, a perfect opportunity presented itself to me and starstruck as I was I desperately grabbed at it. I had promised some of my friends to be überstalker and take a picture of him, which I managed to some extent. I then watched the two people work for a little bit, having nothing better to do but admire Mr. M A N's physique. I then noticed that they were packing up their stuff and getting ready to leave. So, thinking I could get a better view if I went outside to sit on the steps again, I set my stage. They both came out, carrying various tools and pieces of wood and started getting everything on the truck. Then all of a sudden Luck smiled at me. Mr. M A N's buddy went back inside to get some more things while he stayed with the truck. After a little while I decided that this was the perfect time to strike up a conversation, and so I did. He was close enough so that I woudln't have to raise my voice and it seemed natural to say something. So with my heart pounding in my ears and blood rushing to my head I asked him what they were doing inside. I started a conversation with Mr. M A N...
I can remember everything. It didn't mean anything, and it was all polite pleasantries to make time go a little bit faster, but oh it was Mr. M A N! After a little while his friend came back out, and they got ready to leave. Just as they pulled out of the parking lot, Mr. M A N turned his attention to me, just for a second, to wave and smile goodbye. Starstruck, again, I smiled my best smile and waved back. It only lasted for a couple of seconds, but oh it made my year. My. Year.
Mr. M A N, you are the Man-Of-My-Dreams.
Up, up and away. Stay safe and be nice.
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