Distractions – British men and otherwise
I’m a little obsessed with this Wendy McClure book, but I think it’s because I haven’t read a book so fast in a long time. I started it at 5:30 p.m. Saturday, finished it around 11:30 p.m. Sunday.
Anyway. I’m going to pull a Wendy by giving my blog subjects nicknames. I should have done that with Native Nate from the beginning (like that?). But I’ll start doing it now.
Today was a good day.
I job shadowed a guy from the Northeast Indiana Public Radio. This guy is so charming. There’s really no better way to describe him. He’s British (I know, right?), and intelligent, and handsome. Not hot, but handsome. He loves to read and he loves crunchy peanut butter and he’s funny. He has his master’s. He wears skinny jeans and oxford shoes. He has green eyes and cusses an appropriate amount. He says, “bullocks!” and he mumbles to himself.
I think I found my first post-break-up crush.
And he is just that: a crush. And a perfectly unattainable crush because I’m a total ditz around him. I’m shy and can’t even talk about Paradigm in so many words. It’s like I’m worried I’m going to misrepresent Orwell to him, the Brit! Sheesh. And he’s read “Why I Write” too. Geez. And he’s read a million other of his essays and Fitzgerald’s. Geez oh geez. I’ll forever be the dork who sat next to him in the production studio, rambling on about actualities because she really just wanted to drop that word, actuality. This is why I don’t date – lol.
So anyway, British Guy let me watch him do his job for a few hours today. If I weren’t listening to his voice with such infatuation, I’d probably be bored. I remember why I dropped my media comm. minor.
December 20, 2011