It's official. I've totally gone nuts. Guess who came to town?
Chiz Escudero.
Future Mr. President.
Potetial Guy personified.
Needless to say, I squealed like a fangirl. It was ridiculous. And frightfully embarrasing. I couldn't make out a single cohesive thought when I saw him at first glance. My insides turned instantly to mush. Thankfully, I managed to pull myself together when we had an interview with him. It was hilarious. We seemed liked a couple of groupies, weird grins plastered over our faces and all giddy at the sight of him.
Man, can he stare. He has the most sympathetic eyes ever. He has the ability to make you feel at ease and make you seem like the only person in the room. Conversation with him is like a Before-Sunrise moment. It's fateful. Haha.
Meeting him was like that scene from the American President, when Annete Benning finally met Michael Douglas. She turned into jelo. Lucky for her, she still had her wits about her. I, on the other hand, failed miserably. The first words that came out from my mouth didnt seem intelligible or intelligent at all. I felt like a dork who just had her head lobotomized by space creatures. He must have thought I was stupid. Wait, no..he's too nice to ever think that. Hee. He's just too nice. And humble, and grounded, and down-to-earth, and giving, and incredibly smart, and terribly cute..Haha. That's it. Enuf said. I think I just qualified for the rehab center for the Chiz-adiks.
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