Him

Okay. So I really need to get this out.
I don't know who he is, or what he is. I don't even know his name. But I know what I felt, and that's enough.
I don't remember when I first saw him that day. I didn't pay much attention when I felt his stare because I was looking for other things...other people.
The events were almost over when I finally got a good look at him. He was tall and muscled, with a cute round face, blue eyes, and blonde hair that was hidden under a baseball cap. He walked around like he was prowling, trying to find someone. Was that someone me? I like to think so.
And then he passed where I sat. Something waved over me, like a huge push of desire, but I couldn't be too sure yet. He passed again a couple minutes later, closer this time, and it washed over me again. I wanted to hug him. Kiss him. Run my fingers through that spiky hair. Feel his sleek arms around my waist. I've never wanted anything so much. I didn't understand. I still don't. I don't know him. Why do I feel like we belong together?
Most of the guys I've been around are very shy. If they like you, they won't come up to you and talk to you. Which is exactly why none of those guys work.
I was hoping this guy wasn't shy and at least had enough self confidence to come up to a total stranger-girl and say something.
So he did.
I stood around, watching the ceremony around me, when I was suddenly aware of a white t-shirt, jean-clad figure next to me. I turned to him.
He smiled at me and held up his program, the whole front of which was filled with jokes he had written down.
"Read it," he commended me, holding it out for me to see.
I leaned into him. Put my hand on the top of the paper. It slid down to rest on the top of his. He didn't flinch. Was he expecting that?
And that's it. I don't know which city he's from, or if he even likes me. Did he feel the same thing I did when we were close? Surely he felt something. Right?
I can only hope he'll come next year.