silly little me

so normally i try to post something on here that's a tad more intelligent or has depth to it than what i'm about to say, but i'm desperate. anyone i would normally 'gush' this to is probably sleeping, and i'm not really the kind that likes to 'gush' anyway. so no 'gushing'. 'gush'-free. so please, forgive the next few lines of teen-aged girly giggliness.

tonight, clayton and i made a real connection. did we talk? of course not! our 'connection', such as it was, consisted mostly of various facial movements directed at one another. the climax of the night? when he strolled past me, and lifted his eyebrows. (as i type this, i begin to realize how absolutely ridiculous this would have sounded had i actually tried to communicate this to anyone!) it wasn't the motion, honestly. it's not that big of a deal, i realize. it was the look in his eyes as he did it, it was the way my heart stuttered and how all of a sudden, i felt like i was a teen again--out of my league and out of my depth.

so not much. but enough to make it a great night. it always is, though, whenever he's there.