There was a boy.

Sometimes I think to much.
This weekend was a prime example.
About 11 years ago I met this guy.
He facinated my 16 year old self endlessly, but somehow, despite atempts at flirtation from my side, it never got to be anything.
I've seen him again from time to time through the years, always with the lingering feeling that there was *something* pulling me to him.
So this weekend I stumble across him again, and there it is, that feeling right at the bottom of my stomach that says "Ooooh, look at him".
So I smile and chat and try to be nonchalant, because I know he is taken, and I'm really not in the market for anything in that lane these days anyways, but my tounge seems to tie itself in knots and suddenly I'm sixteen and an idiot again. *sigh*
I'm not really sure where I'm going with this to be honest, just need to get it out somehow.
I just cant shake that damned feeling and it bugs the crap out of me.
Now, the logical (*hiss*, *spit*) people among you will probably say something along the lines of, "Maybe if you'd have actually told him all this at some point during the last 11 years, you could have found out if there really is something between you other than your silly teenage lust".
Well, to you I say, take your damn logic and shove it!
I've just never been able to find an oportune moment, and now its years past anyway, and... umm... well... so there!
So I'll just sit here quietly, trying very hard not to make an even bigger idiot of myself, and I'm sure it'll pass again, soon enough.
Untill the next time I stumble across him anyways.