Goodbye, Sweet Prince

It's like he's taunting me.

You know that stance guys occasionally go in where they lean over a table on one arm? I realize that description brings to mind a highly flexible acrobat but I have no energy to further describe the stance. Except for the fact that it made his scapula quite pronounced and his back was was all delightful looking. I swear, I nearly became a puddle in the ground.

Then he laughed at one of my jokes. And I tried flirting but I think I just came across as weirdly aggressive or something. My idea of flirting is joking and making fun of a person which is probably the same definition for a lot of primary schoolers.

Then he asked me if I have my drivers' license (which I do).
"Yes, I do," I say.
"Oh. But your dad drives like a gold sedan or something, right?" Well, no actually, mate. He drives a silver sedan. But still, be still my heart. He has noticed me.

As I was leaving for the day (4pm finish; divinity), I walked into the staff room to see him lying on the couch (big surprise). I said hi then went around the corner to get my stuff from my locker. Whilst doing so, I hear him say to me, "So, what nationality are you again?"
I reply, "Australian slash Malaysian slash Chinese."
"Oh, really?" he says. We've had this conversation before. I'm bored bordering on aroused.
"Yeah." He comes around the corner to the lockers and now we are just a few feet apart. In a perfect Meg Cabot novel, I would be "jumping his bones" right now.

Alas, no.

"So, do you know Chinese characters and stuff?"
"I went to Chinese school for a really, horribly long time," I say, gathering my bag together. My fingers are shaking (just jokes, I'm not that bad).
"So, can you read this?" He opens his locker and whips out his TAFE Japanese book, showing me a page with a bunch of Chinese characters.
"Oh, God. Bad memories," I say, being all dramatic and therefore feminine.

We talk some more. He is going to Japan for six months this year and is hoping to travel around whilst bar-tending/working at ski resorts. My heart broke.

This Sunday will probably be the last time I ever see him. Goodbye, sweet prince.

J