The house of someone I know

I'm sitting with my legs extended on a brown couch in the house of a lady that I quite admire.  She's a beautiful young lady that I have contained feelings of for a long time.  I feel as if she can see right through me, but it does not worry me the least bit.   She knows I would drive any distance to see her.  As I have the previous night.  I would drive it again tomorrow if she would ask me to, but she already knows this.

I seek nothing unholy, but I desire to sit right next to her shortly.  I'm hoping we watch a film, but you know how these things go.  She's a classy woman, and I've learned to try to be classy, and she can make sure I maintain this level of class.  While a friend of mine encourages me to kiss her this night, because girls love to be swept off their feet.  While I do love this angle, I feel she would not desire it.  She's an old-fashioned lady, and I want to respect that.  I'll consider it a wonderful night if I hold her hand.  I would drive home smiling even if that doesn't happen.  I know that no one will read this, but it's the thought that counts.  I'm putting my thoughts out there for anyone that wants to explore my brain.