Mary Ann: Head Over Heels
(See also: this thing and CarterThoughts)
Alright Brian. This is me thanking you later, just like you said I would. Now shut up about it. And stop laughing.
Carter really did call. And he asked me out. He has got to be one of the sweetest, most polite, most charming guys on the face of this earth. And the sweetest thing is that he doesn't even try to be charming...he just is. Like the way he opens doors for you and blushes when you compliment him. Not to mention the fact that he's pretty damn cute.
We ended up going horseback riding in Central Park. God, I've never, ever done that before. And, of course, he knew exactly what he was doing: says he took horseback riding lessons back home, even has his own horse for God's sake. I probably looked like a total idiot...but he didn't seem to mind. He was just so helpful and encouraging...And when he kissed me he turned bright right and it was the most adorable thing, and...
And I can't help thinking that I don't deserve a guy like this. That I don't deserve someone so intelligent and sweet. Me, who grew up in Brooklyn. Me, who barely graduated high school because I was concentrating on ballet instead. Me, who slept with my last boyfriend just to stop him from breaking up with me...Who he needs is some quiet, calm, rich girl. Or something like that. Some suburbia cliche.
But what he seems to want is me. And I just can't understand why.