Do guys not offer their jackets anymore? It wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't so damn windy out. Stupid Santa Ana winds. I'm in a sleeveless dress and starting to rub my arms. Repeatedly. I'm rooting for you, really, I am. Every time I start rubbing my arms in the chilly air I'm rooting for you to offer your jacket. Venga, guapo - work with me, here.
Makes me wonder if we're wandering into the friend zone.
But I do love the doors-getting-opened-for-me-and-the-wait-for-me-to-walk-through thing...
COTW crush-of-the-week