Yesterday, after the game (Great game by the way to the Ateneo Blue Eagles, they were really good), Pamy, Tasha and I went over to Gateway. I've never been there, and of course, we were getting lost. All we wanted to do was go to Fully Booked (so what's new?). They say when you least expect something, it'll happen. Boy, was I shocked to bump into him. I hadn't seen him since two summers ago, and I seriously wasn't prepared.
No, this guy is no asshole. And in fact, he's quite the opposite. So, it wasn't that I didn't want to see him, I just didn't want him to see me, looking like shit (it was post-game and I had been screaming my lungs out). Of course, since I did like him at one point in my life, it was nice to catch up, even if it was just for a few seconds. And considering he didn't watch the game, he was being really nice about our unfortunate loss.
Saying goodbye, and at the same time, losing our bearings, I scoot over to the elevator and try to hide myself, because I am most probably blushing (though I don't think it's reallly seen thanks to my skin tone). That's until Pamy tells me he's looking in our direction, as he got on the escalator to the next floor.
NOOOOOOO!!! If I wasn't obvious enough that summer when I'd see him everyday, now I'm pretty much found out. And that is just way too mortifying. He might think I've liked him ever since that summer, which is so not true, as I got over him as easily as I liked him. And it wasn't even a major crush. It was a just a summer thing. Still, I can't help but think how stupid I could have been. I should been the master of cool. But obviously, I was just the opposite -- very un-cool about it.
Tasha tells me guys are dense anyway, and I shouldn't worry about it. And honestly now, that I've woken up from a very refreshing sleep, and realize I've got a ton of crap to do for school, I'm not even that worried anymore. And stil, I can't help but think that I'm already found out.
Well, it's not like this hasn't happened before. I'm just so freaking obvious -- and it shows.
