Shopaholic Q8eya

It felt going out after a while. The girls and I seem to never agree on when to be all around the same corner of this planet.

Dinner was nice. The weather was amazing. We people watched, and people watched us.

There was this guy, a cute one. That I noticed once I got in. I stared; not because he was cute, but because I knew him. I kept thinking, and thinking, and thinking. It drove me nuts! I knew the guy I just couldn’t remember his name or where do I know him from.

His friend walked in, who I instantly recognize yet no clue on that guy. I hate this feeling. I am always like this. I tend to forget people and it drive me crazy. If you’ve seen The Devil Wears Prada, then you’d know what I am about to say. I want to hire an assistant who while I walk, whispers in my ears who is who and how do I know them.

Anyhow, that was not the point. So I go back home and I am still thinking about where do I know this guy. I log into FaceBook and BINGO. He is friends with many of my friends and I’ve met him few times during college.

Happy now? Hell no! The guy noticed I was staring. He probably now think I was flirting or something. S**t, what would he be thinking right now? If I could just tell him why I was actually staring….