There’s this guy. So many stories that have a bad ending start that way. Some friend or other will come to me about a problem I ask her what went wrong and it always goes, “Well, there was this guy…” Well anyway, there’s this guy I have started to avoid and I had forgotten why because I like him. So tonight I had the opportunity to do something with him and I was thinking to myself sure sounds great haven’t seen him in forever! Man I remember now. It’s so not his fault it is all me because if he so much as smiles at me I am like no longer in control. If I am not around him I’m cool whatever, you know, but MAN. He’s got a literal fucking twinkle in his eye. I just am such a fool for him it isn’t safe to be around him. He says the things I am too chicken to. Where we are and with the rules we are subject to we hardly ever smell smoke or see someone smoking [it’s major taboo]. I don’t smoke but I like the smell of it and I have very pleasant memories tied to people and places that smell like smoke. We walk into a place that smells mildly of smoke [but strong to these people who never smell it] and he takes a deep breath and was like, “Ahhhh smell that?” heck yes I smell that. hmmm