Hot Rod

There's a line here, "Friends say I'm crazy 'cuz easily I fall in love," and that's been my tagline for the summer. Hot Rod - IT guy, and the sweetest thing since honey, has crawled under my skin and left me listening to my "She Amazes Him" playlist. He called me "cutie pie," and "pretty" and "cute." More specifically, he said I have a pretty face, and a great laugh -- and he's smart, and funny, and geez.

On the five points:

1. Height (6') - Don't know for sure, but I'd guess so.
2. Dark Hair/Glasses - Yes indeed.
3. Body Type - Solidly athletic, way moreso than me. Good influence, I'd say.
4. Intelligent - He got through two years of Electrical, and wants to go into law/political journalism. Yup, he's got it.
5. Passionate - See above. :)
6. [Into Me?] - If the eight hour conversation night before last was any sort of indication, and the compliments he dropped just to make me squirm, and the fact he listed me among things he liked, I'd say probably. Oh geez, I hope so.

 I can type a transcript of an eight-hour phone call, but we talked sports (I said I played racquetball, so that's something I need to get on. He plays tennis, racquetball, and bikes.), film and music preferences (He's seen the Notebook and adores bad movies.), tv (He's an enormous Trekkie, likes Jericho and could watch more Who.), normal people (He pretends to be one, should flaunt his weird flag more often, but it makes him uncomfortable.), majors and future plans, drinking, friends, the battle of the sexes...I don't even know. Family, high school. Eight hours' worth of topics, and it just kept going. Sleep, or lack thereof. Him hunting down my address and stealing me. His roommate and exes.

To get up-to-date, I grabbed him coffee yesterday afternoon and we ended up sitting together drinking coffee for all of his lunch break (He didn't eat??), talking about I-don't-know-what, genocide and IT and biking, and we were maybe going to do something, but I think he went to sleep. Anyway, no call last night, then just as I was going to bed I decided to dress up and couldn't resist a call over - no answer, but like I said he was probably sleeping. Anyway, that was at about 23:09, and I worry what that'll look like to him. Hopefully not desperation? Ball's in his court and I'm wearing an overly formal dress today, so I guess we'll see (!!!).