Posted March 2013: Found

He IS real.

I’m grinning like an idiot right now. I seriously can’t stop smiling. It’s becoming a problem. People tend to notice when you have a stupid, ecstatic smile plastered on your face, and there’s no way I can explain this without sounding cheesy, or insane, or both. How can I possibly explain that the person who is quite literally the man of my dreams happens to be real? See? It just sounds cheesy. And insane.

I was working at the inn today, folding towels at the guest services cabana by the pool, and all of a sudden, I felt this familiar presence. I looked up and there he was, walking down the patio toward the hotel lobby. And he was real. I felt like I’d been hit by a freight train. My heart stopped, and I pretty much had to wrench my jaw up off the floor, because my mouth was hanging open. That’s how shocked I was.

Here’s the good news. One, I’m not crazy. Yay! He does exist and he lives in Newcastle Beach. Two, he is just as handsome in real life as he is in my dreams. Awesome. And three, now I know his name.

His name is David. David Corbin.

Oh no, there goes my face. Just writing his name has made my idiot smile stretch even wider. If I keep this up, I’m going to pull a muscle and be stuck like this forever.

This is hopeless—I have got to pull it together. Come on Abby, he’s just a guy—show some dignity for goodness’ sake.

Okay, I’ve managed to get my face under control. Now, if only I can work up the courage to talk to him.

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