As introduced in my premiere post, I am infatuated with a guy that looks like the guy from Prison Break. I don't even know his personality all that well, we've had classes since September, but neither of us have done anything (I'm dubious that he's even aware of my pathetic pining). Regardless, he's lately made it into my fucking dreams. I wish I had the cojones to do something about this all in reality, but instead I elect to pine away, and get nervous and overly happy when we talk in class.
I'm like a grade school kid when I like someone. I have no problem talking to guys, attractive or not, but this one--I'm suddenly a fucking cowardly idiot. I think he likes me, but he's shy-ish as well, so. Yeah. Colour me in Limbo.
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