I've been thinking a lot about you.

This guy who me and my friends hang out with, I think I'm starting to like him. But the problem is, about two of my friends like him too. Darn! He’s different. A good different. He makes me smile, and it makes me like him more and more. I’ve been waiting a long time to meet someone like him, who laughs at my stupid jokes, who actually thinks I’m interesting and not some lune who speaks about vagina endlessly. But yes again, I'm afraid.