jokes over.

Okay. So...jokes over.
I have resorted to becoming a female pedophile after my actions this weekend. I have no words. Just kidding I have lots of them and they all revolve around grinding, cuddling or making out. Topic: things I want to do to a minor. Preferably not in that order. Serving at sabor became my greatest blessing on Saturday. I walk up to the table just in time to see him flip his Justin bieber hair over his beautiful tan forehead to reveal his piercing blue eyes. I almost opened mouthed his face right then. Then he laughed at my joke (not that shocking. I'm quite charming). His laugh revealed perfect teeth. White vneck, plaid shirt, skinny jeans, vans. At this point I'm half drooling and realizing I'm lookin super frumptastic in my sabor shirt. And then it happened....
Everyone orders a beer, he gets a pink lemonade.
He's 16 years old...max.
And now I'm sitting in between Ken and Kell on the couch in leggings watching Nick at nite waiting for my Justin bieber Prince to knock on my door and tell me I'm the hottest thing on the planet. He'll then ask me to his homecoming. Hi, I'm not pathetic. Ya win some...ya lose some