Hugo.

Every girl should have one of those guys that no matter what, will tell them that they're gorgeous. Whenever the old man who lived on the corner of the street would call our house he'd always tell me that I'm looking beautiful. Nevermind that it was on the phone. I missed that. And now I have Hugo.

Hugo is in one of the frats up here in Ottawa. I don't remember the first time I met him to be honest, I just know that I talked to him for a really long time. About what? No clue, I was drunk. I don't know where or when or anything. I saw him a few months later at the bar and though vaguely familiar, still no clue who he was. He came up to me and gave me a huge hug and asked, "You remember who I am, don't you?". Yikes. So being ever-so-smooth I replied, "I know who you are, I just can't remember your name.". He was Hugo. I whispered to my friend "I have NO idea who he is!!" Flirted and had a good time.

The next day I was talking to another one of his brother's and asked for Hugo's MSN contact. The guy started laughing hysterically, wouldn't explain why, and gave me an e-mail address with the name Marko in it. I calmly explained that I didn't want Marko's e-mail address, the guy that I wanted was named Hugo and that he must be mistaken and that we're talking about different guys. He was still laughing and insisted he was right. Turns out he was. Marko=Hugo. But for pulling that, I refuse to call him by his real name.

So Hugo and I start talking and the guy is adorable. We make plans to meet up before Christmas and on the night that we're supposed to go out, we both get horribly ill. I decide to go home early as I wasn't going to be having much fun anywhere. How's this for sweet. He tells me to stay and that he's going to get healthy fast so that he can take care of me. I decline, though getting a crush.

Since then, I've seen him once for five minutes. Every plans that we make together are crushed. Something is trying to keep us apart. But I don't care. Because when I come online, I'm greeted with "Hello Jenna, beautiful as ever!", something to the effect of how stunning I am, or something equally flattering. I don't think we'll ever meet up, but I'll always have a bit of a crush on him.