journaling. i don't know what to make of this. there is a senior college student who works at the pro shop. the first time i met him, i brought my racket in for stringing. he's also a member at the club. last night, i played squash until 9:30 pm. he came down to the lounge and asked me if i would stay longer to play - he was going to play until 11 pm. i said i had to go, sorry. he asked me if i was going to play tomorrow and if so, will i be joining the group for sushi afterwards. i didn't know some of the people in the group but he said i should go anyway. i said i'll think about it.
i left wondering .. i hope he wasn't flirting.
but i did leave with a smile. what can i say? he was cute.
