kittymalarchy

so you know that when the boy you think is cute asks if you have a washer/dryer (confused face in response), then gets fidgety/nervous (?!) and asks if you have a shirt from his place of work, all to be explained when he tells you that one fell into the towels...and is a bit moldy...and you find it completely fucking charming and a bizzarely appropriate part of your "courtship"---aka I found it so endearing that a hot boy said here let me give you a moldy shirt... I must be smitten...Either that or I really am crazy...but no, me the single girl is smitten with a boy. What has the world come to?!