I think the boy in my tap class has a wee crush on me.
AND there it is… Yup, yup – get it over with… Yup… Get it out of your system… Puppy licking a bunny… Oh, the giggle was a nice addition… Ok, but no baby talk. We don’t do that stuff here. Stop it. Use your R’s. Seriously, stop it. It’s “little”, not “widdle”.
Yeah, I finally decided that the boy in my tap class was crushing on me last night. And sure, it’s nice to have someone crush on me. I’m not someone upon whom people get crushes, mostly because one rarely crushes on someone generally scary. But important detail here folks: he’s the BOY in my tap class.
(No, the “BOY” part isn’t significant because I don’t like boys. I like
Either that, or he might be gay. (It’s actually tough to tell those two things apart. I’ve run into this before.)
6/10/09, roughly 3:20pm
Edited to add:
...go ahead and TRY not to Awwwww...