My Very Own Indiana Jones?
Yesterday morning I woke up in desperate need of my giant Mocha Frappuccino with extra mocha. The perfect way to kick start my day off. When I got to the closest Starbucks, the line was ridiculously long. I figured I might as well stay in there because I didn't feel walking a few blocks to another one and wait in a line that might be even longer. After waiting in line for about fifteen minute (some people just take way too long to order), it was finally my turn to order. I ordered my giant delicious Mocha Frappuccino with extra mocha (Yum), and prepared myself for the long wait.
Fifteen long agonizing minutes passed, and then my name was finally called. I walked up to the counter and right as I was reaching for my drink, a lady snatched it. I was in shock and I asked her why the hell she had taken my order. She said it was what she had ordered and she had been waiting for five minutes so this must've been hers. I explained that it was my drink because my name was written on it and that I had been waiting for fifteen minutes and she had about another ten minutes left before she got her drink. She started yelling at me and started to walk towards the door (not even the funny looking Starbcuks guy behind the counter could get her to understand).
All of a sudden, a guy stood in front of her and told her to hand over the drink because it wasn't hers. At first I though he might've been trying to kidnap my drink too, but then I realized he was trying to get my drink back for me. So, who had come to my rescue? It was Indiana Jones (a.k.a Jason) who lived in my building (if you're confused then read my previous blog). After telling her to shut up an hand over the drink because she was crazy if she thought she was gonna steal my drink and not have to wait fifteen minutes like everyone else, she finally budged. The lady gave him the drink and sat down (she reminded me of a dog with it's tail between it's legs after it does something bad).
I was flabbergasted. When he came up to me and tried to give me back my drink, all I could do was stand there like and idiot with my mouth half open, half smiling. This was the first time I was actually getting a good look at him, and boy was he hot. I had never seen him before out of his Indiana Jones clothing. This time, he was wearing jeans and a tight white teeshirt that hugged his muscles very nicely. "Tina... Tina?" Huh? Oh shit, he was talking to me. I snapped out of it, received my drink, and smiled at him. Then, instead of saying thank you, the only thing that popped out of my stupid mouth was, "Aw, Indy". I felt like an idiot. I couldn't believe I had just said that.
Right before I started to walk away because I was completely embarrassed, he asked me if I had walked over. When I told him that I did, he asked if I needed company walking back since his order would be done any minute. I felt my eyes light up at the sound of this and I stood by him. I couldn't stop staring at my hero (yes, saving my coffee is considered and act of heroism to me). "You're quiet today... Tina... Tina?" Huh? Oh shit, he was talking to me again. What the hell was wrong with me. Had I really developed a little girl crush? You know, the kind that makes you want to squeal when you see him or when you realize he knows your name. Oh, dear god, I think I had. This was bad.
After he finally got his drink, he turned to me offered me his arm. "Come on Tina, lets get you home." I felt myself get an even bigger smile on my face, and then I held his arm. We walked in silence for about the first minute and I kept noticing he was smiling and trying not to laugh. Did I have chocolate on my face or something? "Are you blushing?" Was I really blushing? Oh no, was I really blushing? Now, I was. "You're crazy. I never blush." Damn it, now I knew I was blushing.
About a block away from our building, he finally asked what I knew he had wanted to for the past fifteen minutes. "Indy? Did you really forget my name that quick? I told you yesterday my name was Jason." By now, I was sure that I was as red as a tomato. "You're always dressed like Indiana Jones... Big fan or something?" Now I couldn't help but stare at his lovely arm muscles. "No, I work at Disneyland. I'm stationed at the Indiana Jones Ride right now." I stopped walking for a minute and then I stared laughing. I wasn't laughing at him. I was laughing at myself for thinking he was so obsessed with Indiana Jones that he'd dress like him everyday. I finally felt myself stop blushing. "You're laughing at me? Hey, I saved your drink." Damn it, I was blushing again. What was wrong with me? I explained to him that this was the first time I saw him without his his Indiana Jones attire and I thought he might've been some kind of obsessed with him or something.
As we passed by the front desk in the lobby of our building, I remembered something. The two dozen red roses I had gotten the night before. Could it really be him that sent them? The possibility seemed bigger and bigger by the second. I needed to find out because the curiosity was gonna kill me. "Have you had breakfast yet?" Damn it, why did I just blurt that out. "No. Why? Are you gonna make me breakfast?" Was I really gonna make him breakfast. Well, he did save my coffee. "You saved my coffee, Indy. You hungry?" He was (internal girly squeal).
When we got into my apartment I noticed he got a big smile on his when he saw the roses on my table. "Nice roses. Did your boyfriend give them to you?" Why do guys always use that line to find out if you have had a boyfriend. "No, I don't have a boyfriend. But I think I might have a secret admirer in the building. Well, at least that's what the guy at the front desk told me." Now he was blushing. Did that mean anything? I think so.
While I made pancakes, I noticed that he was sitting quietly at the table and blushing with a funny looking smile on his face. "Now, you're quiet. What's wrong Indy? Saving my coffee wore you out?" He looked up and I saw his gorgeous smile. "No. I'm just wondering if you liked the roses." Did I like the roses? Who doesn't like roses? But was this his way of admitting he had sent them? "I love them... Why? Are you the one that sent them?" I stared at him for about a minute until he finally sighed and started talking. "Yes." (internal girly squeal) He sounded like a little kid who had admitted breaking a window or something.
We had a nice breakfast, and then he got up and made his exit. "I have to get ready for work. I'll make sure to stop by afterwards to check up on you. That was an awful scare you had at Starbucks. See ya later Tina." He gave me a kiss on my cheek and walked out the door. I was once again flabbergasted. That was hot.
Around eight, I got a knock on my door. It was him. We ordered pizza and watched TV. Somehow (I'm really scratching my head on this one), we both fell asleep on the couch. When I woke up this morning, he was gone and I though I had been dreaming. A minute later I hear a knock on my door. I opened it, and it was Indy with a giant Mocha Frappuccino with extra mocha. My Hero! We once again had breakfast and then he left for work. Since it's my day off again, we're going dancing tonight. I'm still flabbergasted.
Fifteen long agonizing minutes passed, and then my name was finally called. I walked up to the counter and right as I was reaching for my drink, a lady snatched it. I was in shock and I asked her why the hell she had taken my order. She said it was what she had ordered and she had been waiting for five minutes so this must've been hers. I explained that it was my drink because my name was written on it and that I had been waiting for fifteen minutes and she had about another ten minutes left before she got her drink. She started yelling at me and started to walk towards the door (not even the funny looking Starbcuks guy behind the counter could get her to understand).
All of a sudden, a guy stood in front of her and told her to hand over the drink because it wasn't hers. At first I though he might've been trying to kidnap my drink too, but then I realized he was trying to get my drink back for me. So, who had come to my rescue? It was Indiana Jones (a.k.a Jason) who lived in my building (if you're confused then read my previous blog). After telling her to shut up an hand over the drink because she was crazy if she thought she was gonna steal my drink and not have to wait fifteen minutes like everyone else, she finally budged. The lady gave him the drink and sat down (she reminded me of a dog with it's tail between it's legs after it does something bad).
I was flabbergasted. When he came up to me and tried to give me back my drink, all I could do was stand there like and idiot with my mouth half open, half smiling. This was the first time I was actually getting a good look at him, and boy was he hot. I had never seen him before out of his Indiana Jones clothing. This time, he was wearing jeans and a tight white teeshirt that hugged his muscles very nicely. "Tina... Tina?" Huh? Oh shit, he was talking to me. I snapped out of it, received my drink, and smiled at him. Then, instead of saying thank you, the only thing that popped out of my stupid mouth was, "Aw, Indy". I felt like an idiot. I couldn't believe I had just said that.
Right before I started to walk away because I was completely embarrassed, he asked me if I had walked over. When I told him that I did, he asked if I needed company walking back since his order would be done any minute. I felt my eyes light up at the sound of this and I stood by him. I couldn't stop staring at my hero (yes, saving my coffee is considered and act of heroism to me). "You're quiet today... Tina... Tina?" Huh? Oh shit, he was talking to me again. What the hell was wrong with me. Had I really developed a little girl crush? You know, the kind that makes you want to squeal when you see him or when you realize he knows your name. Oh, dear god, I think I had. This was bad.
After he finally got his drink, he turned to me offered me his arm. "Come on Tina, lets get you home." I felt myself get an even bigger smile on my face, and then I held his arm. We walked in silence for about the first minute and I kept noticing he was smiling and trying not to laugh. Did I have chocolate on my face or something? "Are you blushing?" Was I really blushing? Oh no, was I really blushing? Now, I was. "You're crazy. I never blush." Damn it, now I knew I was blushing.
About a block away from our building, he finally asked what I knew he had wanted to for the past fifteen minutes. "Indy? Did you really forget my name that quick? I told you yesterday my name was Jason." By now, I was sure that I was as red as a tomato. "You're always dressed like Indiana Jones... Big fan or something?" Now I couldn't help but stare at his lovely arm muscles. "No, I work at Disneyland. I'm stationed at the Indiana Jones Ride right now." I stopped walking for a minute and then I stared laughing. I wasn't laughing at him. I was laughing at myself for thinking he was so obsessed with Indiana Jones that he'd dress like him everyday. I finally felt myself stop blushing. "You're laughing at me? Hey, I saved your drink." Damn it, I was blushing again. What was wrong with me? I explained to him that this was the first time I saw him without his his Indiana Jones attire and I thought he might've been some kind of obsessed with him or something.
As we passed by the front desk in the lobby of our building, I remembered something. The two dozen red roses I had gotten the night before. Could it really be him that sent them? The possibility seemed bigger and bigger by the second. I needed to find out because the curiosity was gonna kill me. "Have you had breakfast yet?" Damn it, why did I just blurt that out. "No. Why? Are you gonna make me breakfast?" Was I really gonna make him breakfast. Well, he did save my coffee. "You saved my coffee, Indy. You hungry?" He was (internal girly squeal).
When we got into my apartment I noticed he got a big smile on his when he saw the roses on my table. "Nice roses. Did your boyfriend give them to you?" Why do guys always use that line to find out if you have had a boyfriend. "No, I don't have a boyfriend. But I think I might have a secret admirer in the building. Well, at least that's what the guy at the front desk told me." Now he was blushing. Did that mean anything? I think so.
While I made pancakes, I noticed that he was sitting quietly at the table and blushing with a funny looking smile on his face. "Now, you're quiet. What's wrong Indy? Saving my coffee wore you out?" He looked up and I saw his gorgeous smile. "No. I'm just wondering if you liked the roses." Did I like the roses? Who doesn't like roses? But was this his way of admitting he had sent them? "I love them... Why? Are you the one that sent them?" I stared at him for about a minute until he finally sighed and started talking. "Yes." (internal girly squeal) He sounded like a little kid who had admitted breaking a window or something.
We had a nice breakfast, and then he got up and made his exit. "I have to get ready for work. I'll make sure to stop by afterwards to check up on you. That was an awful scare you had at Starbucks. See ya later Tina." He gave me a kiss on my cheek and walked out the door. I was once again flabbergasted. That was hot.
Around eight, I got a knock on my door. It was him. We ordered pizza and watched TV. Somehow (I'm really scratching my head on this one), we both fell asleep on the couch. When I woke up this morning, he was gone and I though I had been dreaming. A minute later I hear a knock on my door. I opened it, and it was Indy with a giant Mocha Frappuccino with extra mocha. My Hero! We once again had breakfast and then he left for work. Since it's my day off again, we're going dancing tonight. I'm still flabbergasted.
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