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You are reading the life, times, and general musings of Jenna Tollerson. I am a web developer and consultant living in downtown Athens, Georgia, USA. [read more]
Today I'm riding down the elevator with Hollywood on one of our usual outside breaks from work, and he turns to me and says:
“Hot Greek Boy is [insert real name here], isn't he?”
I covered my face with both hands, as I could feel myself turning red, and softly said, “Yes.”
He continued, smiling at my embarassment. “I knew it couldn't be me, and I was thinking, how many greek boys does she know? And then I remembered the thing about his abs, and I knew.”
“Oh lord.”
“I understand! If I were a girl, I would like him too. I'm hot, but not as hot as [HGB]. Not yet.”
“It just feels like a lame high school crush thing. It's not like I want him to be my boyfriend.”
“You just want his hot bod.”
I'm smiling and blushing all at once. “Yes! Yes I do. He just drives me crazy!”
“But it's over now, right?”
“Yeah, yeah. It's over.”
You are reading the life, times, and general musings of Jenna Tollerson. I am a web developer and consultant living in downtown Athens, Georgia, USA. [read more]
