So I have major problems with dealing with the opposite sex. In my head, I could carry a totally laid-back and cool conversation with Ryan Gosling or Jensen Ackles. In real life... not so much. Two days ago, I was walking out of math class and it's a joke that my friend Kevin and I have to say "Move bitch, get out the way." so I jokingly said that to him in the hallway that was congested with malignant tumors (aka. the freshmen). Well then I turn around and there he is. Grapefruit boy giving me a look like, "What in the actual fuck?". I just stand there opening and closing my mouth like a fish out of water making noises like "But... I... ah... I mean... uhh..." and he just laughs. Then I just book it down the hall way, leaving my dignity behind. Every single time I meet this guy, he just catches me in the worst possible state. Like no make-up, in my yoga pants, unwashed hair, and arms full of textbook state.
And I have this awful problem of not being able to stay cool when I talk to a cute guy. And I mean this literally. My body temperature increases instantly and I start sweating and the worst part of it... my glasses start fogging up. Everything else I can hide... but it's pretty damn obvious if your glasses are fogging over. And then I have to take them off and wipe them off and it gets embarrassing really fast. Recently I ran into a guy I haven't seen since middle school and since then I've seen him everywhere. He goes to an entirely different high school so there is no reason for me to see him ever. But first I run into him at New West Fest, again at school cause he was turning in a guest pass for homecoming, and today again at the library. And of course I have a hard time keeping my cool. I mean he's cute and all and he's such a sweetie... but he kind of has a thing with Hipster-chick who is my friend to some extent so I have no chance. Not that I would go for him anyways.
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