there are requests about a John post.

tonight after we kind of gazed at each other for about twnty minutes in the backseat of his car he called me up

"Liz, i have a confession to make. You can't get angry."
"oh lord, what now?"
"theres this girl,"
my body ices over.
"and i just absolutely adore her beyond explanation."
"she got a name?"
"Elizabeth Thomas"
giggle.swoon. accidently disconnect John.

Anyway, his name is John, he's twnety two, he graduated from Middlesex with a degree in small business and does something I don't understand with vending machines, but he works at starbucks for the benefits. He's very tall, has incredible blue eyes, and wears sweaters that smell like coffee and cologne. He's a catholic (major points in my book), lives in Hopelawn, hates the Reo Diner (minus major points in my book). He has a phoinex tattooed across his back but i haven't seen it yet (just in pictures). he's sweet, intelligent, well spoken and for some crazy reason quite fond of me.

any yes. he's a boy. i know. shut up

any thing else?