It’s been a weird thing, working with you this year. And I don’t want to be another one of those doting teenage types, checking you out because you’re the only boy on our crew right now/probably ever. But… hayyyy.
In all seriousness, I find you clever, sometimes obnoxious, but always intriguing. You prove that appearances really can be deceiving because you look like this run-of-the-mill rich kid type and yet you have little moments where you accidentally reveal yourself as being so much more interesting than all that.
I don’t know. I hardly know you, to be honest. And this isn’t one of those things where I get all hung up on someone I barely know, trust me. But I had this random dream the other night that we hooked up, and it was fucking awesome.
So thanks for being an excellent distraction from all the boys in my life that I actually do know about. And thanks for being really foxy and making me give blondes a second thought.