That kind of girl...

I met someone today. I know it's weird and random, but I really felt something when I met him. And no I meant nothing dirty by that. I probably only talked to him for 5 minutes and after he gave me his card and asked what I was doing later. I was in a hurry so I had to leave. I figured oh well I let him get away. Today I was looking at my shoes and one of them is the wrong size. Now I have to call him for the right size. I wish I could just be that kind of girl who doesn't care, but I'm just too scared, for him to know who I really am and stop talking to me. We'll see.