Today, I had to report to the scene of a broken-in Jewelry store. I had to take the statement of a witness, and, well, he was pretty… hot. I feel like a child just saying writing it. But he flirted with me. His pick up lines were kind of crappy, but still. We exchanged numbers, I'm not sure if I should call him or wait for him to call me or what. I've never really dated anyone or been on a date for that matter. I had crushes in Highschool, sure, but they never knew. At least I hope not. Now that I think about it, they probably did. Gosh, now I'm going to beat myself up over it.

Luckily for me, he called me. Just now. We talked for like 20 minutes. He's super nice, I like him. His name is Chris Offelend, he's an entrepreneur. Or at least an aspiring one. God, I can't stop giggling like a little girl rather than the manly man I am.

That's not true, and I'm not writing those words ever again. I'm glad you're just a dumb book and not a person.