It's time to introduce NotElvis.
He's a guy I work with. Who bears a small resemblance to the hip shaking crooner of later years, minus the white fringy jumpsuit, penchant for peanut butter and banana sandwiches, and gigantic gut of his later years.
This guy, while not model gorgeous, is cute. And TALL! He wears huge aviator prescription glasses, but dare I say he pulls them off.
Anyway, this is the guy I currently have a crush on. He's not what I would normally call "my type," but the attraction level is certaintly there. He makes me laugh and I feel completely comfortable around him. This is ground-breaking because most of the men that I choose to like make me feel nervous, shy, and stand-offish.
Now I need to tread carefully though, since we do in fact work together and even though I only work two days a week at this job, he seems to work the same days I do and it would be bad if things took a turn for the worse.
It also doesn't help that someone who is very close to me happened to tell two of the biggest of big mouths at this store that I have a crush on NotElvis.
Now I just have to wait for the shit to hit the fan.
More later, I just wanted to get this out on "paper."