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Oh my flash. I’ve been giddy and giggly the last couple of days because wow I have this teeny crush on one of the guys in my class because he is just the absolute nicest guy on the planet. And he’s a photographer. I saw some of his sample shots, and they’re amazing. I haven’t had a crush like this since high school. I love being like a stupid teenager!!

I went with him to one of his random shoots, (you know, just shooting random things playing around with different DOFs and shutter speeds), and he is just … there are no words. TOO FRICKING NICE. For example, we were driving to this place and I was wearing a jacket. I later on decided to wear the hoodie as well, and immediately he goes, “Are you cold? :)” OR the time we got out of the car and I forgot to lock the door. He was ready to shoot when he remembers the doors were unlocked. So he runs over to the parking lot (which is about a good 3 minute run away), comes back panting, and confirms that the doors were indeed left unlocked. I tried to be all cute and stupid and went, ”I didn’t have anything to do with it!” and he goes, “Yes, of course not. I’m sorry, my fault.” OR the way he always crosses the streets with me and he automatically goes to the danger side. DUDDEEEEEE. That is honestly one of the little mental notes I tick off when I’m with a guy (I’m remotely interested in HAHA) . :| I can go on and on and on. Believe me, I can.

Nice guys are looooooove.

But he spells my name wrong. Isabelle. And I don’t know, I don’t feel like correcting him. I can be Isabel or Yzabelle or He’s A Bell for all I care. :)) Bask in these happy hormones, bask I tell you!

I don’t know if he has a girlfriend though.

Shoot. Buzz kill.