man oh man

I just want to see this one guy. The first guy to hit on me at this job. The only one of which I actually liked. I liked his tattoos and his voice and the way he smoked cigarettes. And I liked that he liked me. And now we never work together and I miss seeing him because it was the best part of my day. And every night I get to work hoping he'll come strolling down the hallway with a cigarette for me and ask if I want to sneak out to smoke. But he always always always works opposite shifts from me and on days I'm not even there. Every time I see him though I get giddy like a little child. Lame, but true. Just saying, I work tomorrow whereas I usually don't so I have a little glimmer of hope that maybe he'll be there.