God damn it. I went back to yoga class yesterday after a 2-week hiatus because I wasn't feeling well, only to find one of the hottest guys I've ever seen in the class. Oh, and he's leaving back to Paris next week and I look terrible during yoga because my face turns really red.
Why do I like boys from other continents? It's like I've got a radar that points me unerringly towards the ones I can't have.
Why do I like boys from other continents? It's like I've got a radar that points me unerringly towards the ones I can't have.
Ah, life.