What's up, paparazzi? I was talking to a friend when I saw the flash out of the corner of my eye. He totally took a picture of me on the sly.
"Did you just take a picture of me?" I asked.
He shook his head no, but his wide smile gave him away. I watched him review his handiwork when he thought I wasn't looking, his face illuminated by his camera's bright playback screen. He seemed pleased as he hovered over one particular shot for a few seconds. Then, he slipped his camera into his pocket and resumed drinking his beer like nothing had happened.
But, something had happened. You could tell because his chest was puffed out, like a birdwatcher who just snapped a picture of a rare bird. I played along and didn't bring it up. But, he knows I know. And, now I know that he likes me. It's official.
Here's the thing, this only works when you know the guy and have a little baby crush on him anyway. Then, this sneaky move is adorable. It's not a full-on stalker thing to do, but it has a dash of stalker to it. Just a dab. Sometimes, that can be a good thing.
The good news: He's not going to do anything with the picture. He's not going to upload it. He's not going to tag me on it. He's not going to show his friends or print it out and paste it up in a locker. He's just going to have it in his camera like a secret. I made his camera cut! YESSSSSSS!