So I know myself. 

I've only spoken to him like, once.

And I don't really know him. 

But after a year of silly grins when I catch a glimpse of eye candy (not so often - I should probably spend more time in school), I find two connections to him (cue: struggle to kill dumb grin) and I blurt out his cuteness and general wowness, AND I get told he's single. 

I wouldn't say I'm his type (in my school, if you throw a dart blindfolded on campus, you probably hit a pretty girl) but hey, I guess it can't hurt to talk to him.

Maybe next year. 

Eve.

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