I need need n e e d to stop leaving things up to fate – I’ve let one to many people I knew I could be friends with go because I decided, “If fate wants us together, they’ll be back in my life in no time.” (Stupid ‘P.S. I Love You’.)

Guess what.

Never happened. Not once.

Yesterday, while filing for bankruptcy, I saw this guy. He was a gorgeous young man with messed up jeans, a buttoned-to-the-top ugly, green shirt, glasses, and curly grown hair (and muttonchop-…esque? Facial hair). His smile was awesome, his personality while conversing with an older gentleman was awesome, and he had enough smarts to be reading college text books and handling legal garbage…which was awesome. 

But here’s the thing, instead of being creepy and talking to him, I just watched him from with my peripheral…s…(which isn’t creepy *sarcasm*) and hoped he’d talk to me (which, my god, who would with my looking like a freakin’ back-woods fucking…whatever). But he didn’t. So I said, “Let’s leave it up to fate.” 

FML FML FML… Oh yeah, FML. xD (I also need to stop using smiley faces. They’re creepy.)