Seeing as I'm the quietish girl that didn't know how to talk to boys very well until college and still doesn't have the faintest idea of how to instigate a relationship, I excel at internet stalking--quietly gathering up every shred of information about the person to be found on the world wide web and then pining for him secretly. My latest crush has mostly dissipated in the wake of him having a harem of girls also pining for him, some probably much louder than me.
However, he wrote a fantastic journal about a coast to coast walking trip he took by himself this past summer in England. He's quite a droll writer and makes me want to go back to England (not that I need much encouragement for that). While there are a myriad of reasons why we would be perfect for each other, the one from this journal that stands out to me is from Day Twenty-Three. I have made anyone who has ever visited me and walked in the woods behind my house play Pooh Sticks. Generally, I have to explain the reference, but here's a guy who already knows it.
Sigh. Pine.
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I grew up LOVING to play Pooh Sticks.
I'll race you anytime.
You're on!
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