About that one girl…
So there’s this girl.
(Uh oh, looks like the start of another cookie-cutter storyline.)
Yes, it seems that I am enamored by another person of the opposite sex.
(I’m a male, by the way.)
We’ve both shared baleful glances and moments of “Hey, I should talk to him/her, but I’m too shy”.
(Why don’t you just go for it, you say. Why doesn’t she go for it, you ponder.)
Of course we’ve talked before, conversed before, shared words and thoughts and other insights with one another.
(I even walked her to class once. In sandals.)
But I’m somewhat cautious to make a “first move”.
(Do first moves even exist? And why am I so unwilling to attempt the unthinkable, or should I say, thinkable?)
Perhaps I’m just making it a big deal. But definitely, I should make a “move”.
(Oh great, let’s make a reference to the game of Chess. Or Checkers. Or, perhaps, Monopoly.)
I’ll have to talk to her again, eventually, and when I do, I hope to continue and preserve that impression that I’ve given her.
(It seems that I am implying that I have deteriorated in my persona since my last encounter with her. I hope that hasn’t happened.)
Until then, it’ll all be about that one girl.
(About that one girl…)
People are eager to give advice in regard to love, but they don’t have to live with the consequences of any action taken. As far as my advice is concerned, let me put it this way: if I were to go back in time to when I was in college, the two things I would try to do is (1) be nicer to other people, and (2) take more risks.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Enough said.
umz, dude? “Baleful?” So it’s a love/despise sort of relationship?
lulz.
Good luck with it though. For real.