Preoccupied

So I have had a crush on this guy lets say about 5 years? Ok, maybe 4, but anyway I have liked him for so long all my friends know him and everything.... When I used to party like a rockstar I used to spot him ALL of the time. I would make googly eyes and shit but I never had the nerve to talk to him. In all honesty I guess I'm so vain I figured he needed to be tryin to holla at me anyway. But I digress, I always thought he was so handsome and with a hood edge which I love. Dude never once gave me the slightest indication of any interest on his part. So lets fast-forward 4 years to the bar where I work. I see HIM. Apparently he frequents this establishment, he knows ppl, dappin ninjas up and everything. So I immediately get shy and try my best not to stare. Even when I see him talkin to basic azz broads I'm crushin hard like a 15 year old. So, said gentlemen stops coming by so often, makes me very sad however I have a huge imagination and come up with the idea that he hates me. What else am I to think? He stops coming around, never orders a drink from me, never looks my way. The random times he does come in and I'm working he leaves right back out! Call me Ms. Pitiful. Well about 2 nites ago he graces me with his fine presence and proceeds to actually talk to me! As you may guess, I damn near pissed my panties, but wait then he says: he.likes.me. WTF? I haven't seen him since then, but dammit I have been on cloud 9 ever since. Ok, I know he may like my shirt, waitressing skills, shoes, etc. I took it as he wants me to be his baby mama! Presumptuous? Yes. Delusional? Affirmative. But what is a girl to do.