Ugh.
I may have gotten less shy, maybe even a little more mature over the years I've been writing here, but that doesn't mean that my brain is any less annoying at thinking me into a twist!
See, I was at the grocery store yesterday and a hot guy pulled up into the checkout behind me.
Now, I say "pulled up" because he was in a wheelchair. Which I noticed. After noticing he was hot. Or maybe at the same time, I don't know.
All I know is that I wanted to look at him because he was hot, but I didn't want to look at him in case he thought I was only looking at him because he was in a wheelchair and so I completely avoided eye contact even though I totally had already checked him out and ARGH why does my brain overthink the simplest of things with guys!?
Le sigh.
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