So there is this really hot bank teller at my local bank. I went into the bank today in my green peacoat and black heels and saw the same guy at the window.
He usually doesn't ever work on Mondays so I was confused to see him there with a black pen in his hand.
I was the third person in line and kept thinking about all the other Mondays that he wasn't there. I then thought of all the Fridays he was, and how I usually pretend I am adjusting my sunglasses, even though it's not sunny that much anymore outside, because I was too nervous to talk to him. One time a few weeks ago he asked me if he could help me, and I told him "no thanks" that I didn't need help adjusting my sunglasses. He is so cute. Do you think because he wanted to help me adjust my sunglasses for me, that he likes me or thinks I am just a hot piece of ass?
I was the third person in line and kept thinking about all the other Mondays that he wasn't there. I then thought of all the Fridays he was, and how I usually pretend I am adjusting my sunglasses, even though it's not sunny that much anymore outside, because I was too nervous to talk to him. One time a few weeks ago he asked me if he could help me, and I told him "no thanks" that I didn't need help adjusting my sunglasses. He is so cute. Do you think because he wanted to help me adjust my sunglasses for me, that he likes me or thinks I am just a hot piece of ass?
I just wonder if
he is a creeper and just followed me home one day and saw me wear a V-neck sweater.
