Last Thursday, I noticed that SBhim has blue eyes (when I had thought that he had brown eyes). I just glanced up and saw his sparkling blue eyes. I usually just smile when I give him my order or pick up my order and try to avoid eye contact. (I don't know why but I do that with every guy that I like...either because I don't want him to know that I like him or because I'm sabotaging the relationship before it even starts. I did that with Andy, Joe, Ernie, Phil, Whim, BPhim, SBhim, and Longs guy.) His eyes were so mesmerizing. I was so drawn to them. Hopefully he didn't noticed that my eyes lingered longer than usual.

Anyways, I was hoping that he was working on Friday and that I'd be able to see those gorgeous blue eyes again before the three-day weekend, but it wasn't to be.

Then this morning as I walked to the office I saw him walking out of Starbucks and unto the street. He was probably on his break on his way to get breakfast. Out of the corner of my eye I can see him walking in his khaki shorts. Shorts. I had never seen him in shorts.

From a distance he reminded me of James. His long strides. His long legs. His brown hair. BTW I've gotten used to his goatee. How ironic? James once mentioned that he'd like to grow a goatee. And I told him that if he did I'd stop seeing him. But I digress...

Went to the office to get settled in. Read/replied to emails, updated the status report, and talked to Lisa about Xmen 3 and the wedding she attended. Then I went to get coffee. Eric was back from his break. I looked straight into his blue eyes as he took my order. (Yep, they're definitely blue. Thursday wasn't an imagination.) He does remind me of James but he's much better looking. I love his smile. He's so sweet. Sometimes I wonder if he's smart (if he's a bit geeky...the way I like them), if he's musically inclined, likes sports, and strong physically, emotionally, and morally.

Yep. I'm definitely over BPhim. Getting over LDShim. I just wish I can see those beautiful eyes everyday.

Last night was BPhim's gig at Oakland. I really wanted to go but had no one to go with (Scott was busy, Liz didn't want to go, Bernard didn't want to go, and Bev's probably busy with Siah). I stayed home sulking--sleeping, folding laundry, watching tv. I gotta stop thinking about him. Don't want to get heartbroken again. Besides, he's got too many things going on--band, work, dragonboat. Plus, I just keep thinking about the Elder from Guam. He's cute, smart, kind, loves the Giants (and Jazz), good with kids, and a leader. Problem is he's much younger than me (10-15 years my junior) and he's a Mormon. On the plane I kept thinking...what if I fell in love with someone who was Mormon and he was in love with me would I ever give up Catholicism. LDS and Catholicism share the same basic beliefs (listening to him and the other two elders teach Jordan & Jermaine and Michelle talking about how similar they are), but I don't think I can ever convert because of Josiah, John Paul and John Jr. (Jordan's essentially a Mormon now). I wouldn't be setting a good example if their Godmother became Mormon.

So no more BPhim.