As my shift ended at 4:30 he came over to my stand sopping wet [he'd just gotten out of the catch pool] and talked with Emily and I for a moment or two. Timmy came over as well...his face was purple. That poor sun-burned boy. I'm going to miss him. Why does he have to go to Chicago? *sigh* Growing up sucks sometimes. Anyways... He kinda pulled me away from both of them and we started walking..then he stopped... ...he leans into me and whispers: "Hey, I have a personal question to ask you. You're probably going to find it strange, but...I feel like I can ask you strange questions without you thinking I'm strange." I said ok and "What is this strange question?" *raises eyesbrows* "So um...I'm thinking about shaving my chest, what do you think?" I don't think I've laughed that hard in a long time. Oh man, hillarious. After the laughing subsided I considered what he had asked. I said that I liked his chest just the way it was, but if he wanted to try it, he should, because well.....just like my leg hair I'm sure the hair on his chest would grow back. I also suggested waxing. No go. He asked me if I would help him do it, because I guess he "lacks the confidence" to do it himself. So. *shrugs* This weekend just might be spent shaving G's chest. I hate being torn like this. I hate that today went so well...but I'm happy that I had such an incredible time. I hate the fact that he has the most penetrating, most beautiful eyes in the entire universe..but I love that he lets me gaze into them. I hate that I love his personality more then anything, and I hate that his physical features make him that much better then every other boy in the world... ...mainly because it gives me reason to talk and flirt and care and think about him. I hate loving him so bad. I hate caring so hard about him, but at the same time I simply can't help it. Love sucks like this. Caring like this sucks. I hate that I love him and that he loves me back the e.x.a.c.t. same amount. *sigh* In between the rotation when we got to talk to each other....wow, even though it was small talk he blew my mind. He would come up with saying in Hebrew and then tell me what it meant. Usually it was something flirty, or just plain cute.His silver ring had some meaning also, though I can't remember what it was. Something like "in blood living". He told me about how if you look at the buckets in the right angle, it looks like a bug sprawled out on top of what he said looks like my car. I couldn't see it. I wanted to, but couldn't. After we emptied all the garbages around the facility he changed, grabbed his bike and we strolled out to my car. We smuggled his bike into the trunk and took off. We listened to some music that he picked up from Israel. He sang to me and pretty soon he was holding my hand. *melts* No! No! No! He has a wonderful voice, and what he sang...woah. We talked about the last time we tried to take his bike home. It got stuck and took us about an hour to get it out.... ...that was the night of the slide. good memories.♥