Ooooooooh butterflies, you seem to be making your rounds with me. This weekend I may be going skiing at Bridger Bowl with the gorgeous German Marcus and his friends, not to be confused with the other German Markus. I don't know him terribly well, or see him too often, but the few times I do I get big butterflies spazzing in my chest. He's so, so nice, the type of person who sits and talks to anyone who is around him, who seems genuinely interested with everyone. And he holds a gaze, and it makes me weak. Ooooooh I do like him alot. He's 24, so it's unlikely I have a chance, but I do feel like a silly 12 year old girl.