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Thursday, October 15, 2015

My one true imaginary love

Here is something everyone needs to know

I think I have a crush on this guy who works at Tropical Smoothie...

I don't get crushes... but guys... this boy is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooCUTE! Like, Oh my god. 

It wouldn't be weird if I wasn't so much younger than him.

Now, I don't know for sure how old he actually is, but he has already graduated high school while I have just entered my Sophomore year. So, if he was to ever actually ask me out, I would have to say no because it is really not acceptable.

I also would say no because I would probably use him for his ability to drive more than anything. Lets be honest. I don't have a car for me to even be able TO drive... I need someone to drive me places. 

But that's beside the point. 

He is cute, he is nicest person, and he gives me cookies. 

YEAH, you read me! HE GIVES ME A FREE COOKIE EVERY TIME I GO THERE!!

And it isn't even what he does to just any girl. He really isn't a manwhore from what I have observed. 

I was there for about an hour one summer day, and about three girls and guys came up, ordered their smoothie, and received their smoothie... he never gave, or even offered, anyone a cookie.

Who even knew that TSC sold cookies? What the heck?  

.......he also remembered that my favorite cookie to eat was a chunky chocolate chip from a past conversation.  

My first time seeing him, he held three conversations with me. And it was the best three conversations of my life tbh. 

Well the three I enjoyed the most. 

Anywho, I have come to the decision that he is my one and only imaginary special someone. And yes, I am sad that I know that I will never be with him, I am also in bliss with staying in my very unpopulated imaginary city/world. 

Any special stories of your own imaginary boyfriend. Or maybe an imaginary boyfriend turned real boyfriend???? Or vise versa

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