Love at First Sight.

Yesterday, I met my future husband candidate. His name is Josh, and he is gorgeous and nice and funny and all dat. I met him at a Vietnamese restaurant and I fell in love! He was tall, dark, and handsome! And he's 18, just like me. He was the waiter and cash register guy, and he tried speaking Vietnamese. After that, most deff I fell in love. He was good looking, nice, and he tried speaking my language because he wanted to learn it. Which, I thought was a plus --to impress my mom. :] A chocolate guy speaking my language! Yumm! His Vietnamese was so adorable, the accents were so off, but it made me laugh because it was so cute! So, after he rang us up, I sat down with my mom, sister, and cousin Justine. Justine and I were giggling so much because he looked so good and that Vietnamese just puts him at the top. Then I turned to my mom and was like "do you think he's dep trai?" and she said yeah and he's nice! yes, score! His smile was precious too! Oh, so then he comes and serves our food.. and my mom told him I thought he was dep trai and he was like "Wait, what? I don't speak that much Vietnamese" then we explained it, and he was like "oh! SAME, SAME! :]" When we were done, I like "Bye!" (in a cute voice, of course.) and He was like "Holla!" or "Call us!" lol I didn't quite catch it, but it was one of those. I wish I could find him online and stalk him, like I did with my potential boyfriend candidate Phil.
Josh and Phil, I am coming back for you guys!