Oh, I forgot to tell you, Tomás came to the store, clad in his 6ft 4in of glory. Hmmmm.... Sigh, he's one hot chap.
Finally, I've decided his eyes are brown, but it doesn't really make any difference to the general effect of Divine Awesomeness.
I think we're warming up to each other, so maybe soon you will have an Argentinian pen pal! Today he kissed me good-bye instead of shaking my hand, so perhaps he's not so serious after all.
You'd be soooo proud, I don't even flirt with him or anything (partly, I will admit, because my boss is just a foot away from me). In fact, I'm sort of giving him the cold treatment, as I decided I'd rather give it to him than get it from him. It seems to be working enough, though.
He's the kind of guy who actually kisses you on the cheek instead of just putting his cheek against you. If he were 70, I'd really resent it, but given the situation, I'm just fine with it.
Of course, this is all just talk, for fun. A girl has to have something to think about, right?
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