Karl Isaacson is such a sweetie, it's nauseating!
Today in Soc. Studies, he moved from his desk to the desk on the left-handed side, last seat to see a movie we were watching better. Well, I sit left- handed side, last row, FIRST seat.
Anyway, he was pushing the desk back & saw me. ([T]his was during the movie).
"Can you see?" he whispered.
"Yeah," I whispered back.
"Are you sure... you can sit in my desk if you want."
"I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
And then he turned his attention back to the movie, satisfied that I was satisfied.
No other boy would be that sweet, that polite. All the other boys wouldn't care.
But NOOO. HE has to be nice to everyone.
HE has to be considerate & have manners, unlike all the other 7th-grade boys, God help him.
With some boys, niceness works for or against you. In his case, it works for him.
WHY does he have to be so perfect?
He's cute, smart, funny, athletic, caring, considerate, and gets straight As.
I hate to say it, but I've found Mr. Right --the perfect guy for me-- in Karl Isaacson.
And today's little scenario-- among other things-- proves what I've been trying to put off saying, realizing, for the longest time.
I have a new crush.
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