It all started one early autumn day in High School. I saw her in the hall way and was mesmerized by her beauty – the attractive face, the tight body, the sandy-blond hair, the sparkling blue eyes – everything about her made it hard to turn away.
Of course I dared not to walk up to her and tell her this. I did know this was the type of girl I dreamed about laying wide awake at night.
Fate brought us together again – I transferred out of one of my classes and now had a study hall. The desk I rushed to obtain was the one directly to the left of my Aphrodite.
I couldn’t believe my luck – a chance to spend every day next to her, talking, laughing, exchanging glances.
However, once again, I could not find the courage to talk to her. I kept sneaking peaks at her direction, and saw her look back numerous times, but nothing besides the occasional “Hello” would ever highlight my days.
Countless lingering hours later the semester came to an end. She was gone, and I was still on square one: I still didn’t even know her name.
“How could I get such a pretty girl? Only the good looking muscular jocks get these types of girls around here. Who am I to dream about having a chance to spend time with her? How do I dare think of such things?!”
Fate has a cruel sense of humor, the very next semester I found myself in her gym class.
“This has to mean something – this is the sign that we should be together! Oh how grand would my life become if she was with me!”
It took two weeks for me to work up the courage to come up with a plan – I was going to talk to her. I was going to walk up while she was exercising on a fitness bicycle, and tell her that I think she is a great girl. Never mind that we were constantly surrounded by people, I had to do this – I couldn’t take any more hesitation.
With the butterflies wildly dancing in my stomach I started walking towards her.
“This will go great. I am ready to spend this whole class talking to her.”
Those eyes, that hair, the face!
“Hi”
“Hello”
“We were in the study hall last semester, right?”
“Ummm… I think so”
“I…I……I just wanted to come over and say that I remembered you”
“Ok”
She turns away. I am standing in the middle of the gym with people looking at me. She doesn’t look at me. I am a fool. Why is her friend laughing? Enough! I must escape.”
I have never felt stupider in my life. The rejection hurt. I could feel everyone making fun of me. Fate is a b1tch.
Over the next month I slowly started turning from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde. fvck girls, if they want an a$$hole they will get one. No longer shall I put myself through misery.
I was going for my personal record on the military press. It wasn’t much, but it was going to take everything I had. A few friends gathered around to watch me attempt this feat. She was bored on the bicycle, as always nonchalant of her surroundings.
I mentally concentrate every iota of my strength on the first rep. It will take all I have.
“I bet you can’t do it”
That voice! Could it be?
I look up at her. That aloof aura. That “fvck-you-I-am-too-good-for-you” look.
I look her straight in the eyes.
“I don’t give a fvck what you think.”
I break the record.
Intentional proximity was starting to become obvious. Every time I was working on a machine, her friend and she would manage to pick a machine close to mine. Too late, that train had left. I still desired her, but my ego wouldn’t let me get burned again. I ignored them.
The last day of class came. I was talking to a couple of girls, gaining experience with the opposite sex.
“You girls should ignore him, he is a jerk.”
I turn around. It is her again. Only this time, the look is different. I can see the desire in her eyes. She is interested. She is testing me.
“Yeah, I am, so what?”
That sandy blond hair. Those sparkly blue eyes. My lack of the football jacket or the muscular body. They didn’t matter any more. I was finally free.
Of course I dared not to walk up to her and tell her this. I did know this was the type of girl I dreamed about laying wide awake at night.
Fate brought us together again – I transferred out of one of my classes and now had a study hall. The desk I rushed to obtain was the one directly to the left of my Aphrodite.
I couldn’t believe my luck – a chance to spend every day next to her, talking, laughing, exchanging glances.
However, once again, I could not find the courage to talk to her. I kept sneaking peaks at her direction, and saw her look back numerous times, but nothing besides the occasional “Hello” would ever highlight my days.
Countless lingering hours later the semester came to an end. She was gone, and I was still on square one: I still didn’t even know her name.
“How could I get such a pretty girl? Only the good looking muscular jocks get these types of girls around here. Who am I to dream about having a chance to spend time with her? How do I dare think of such things?!”
Fate has a cruel sense of humor, the very next semester I found myself in her gym class.
“This has to mean something – this is the sign that we should be together! Oh how grand would my life become if she was with me!”
It took two weeks for me to work up the courage to come up with a plan – I was going to talk to her. I was going to walk up while she was exercising on a fitness bicycle, and tell her that I think she is a great girl. Never mind that we were constantly surrounded by people, I had to do this – I couldn’t take any more hesitation.
With the butterflies wildly dancing in my stomach I started walking towards her.
“This will go great. I am ready to spend this whole class talking to her.”
Those eyes, that hair, the face!
“Hi”
“Hello”
“We were in the study hall last semester, right?”
“Ummm… I think so”
“I…I……I just wanted to come over and say that I remembered you”
“Ok”
She turns away. I am standing in the middle of the gym with people looking at me. She doesn’t look at me. I am a fool. Why is her friend laughing? Enough! I must escape.”
I have never felt stupider in my life. The rejection hurt. I could feel everyone making fun of me. Fate is a b1tch.
Over the next month I slowly started turning from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde. fvck girls, if they want an a$$hole they will get one. No longer shall I put myself through misery.
I was going for my personal record on the military press. It wasn’t much, but it was going to take everything I had. A few friends gathered around to watch me attempt this feat. She was bored on the bicycle, as always nonchalant of her surroundings.
I mentally concentrate every iota of my strength on the first rep. It will take all I have.
“I bet you can’t do it”
That voice! Could it be?
I look up at her. That aloof aura. That “fvck-you-I-am-too-good-for-you” look.
I look her straight in the eyes.
“I don’t give a fvck what you think.”
I break the record.
Intentional proximity was starting to become obvious. Every time I was working on a machine, her friend and she would manage to pick a machine close to mine. Too late, that train had left. I still desired her, but my ego wouldn’t let me get burned again. I ignored them.
The last day of class came. I was talking to a couple of girls, gaining experience with the opposite sex.
“You girls should ignore him, he is a jerk.”
I turn around. It is her again. Only this time, the look is different. I can see the desire in her eyes. She is interested. She is testing me.
“Yeah, I am, so what?”
That sandy blond hair. Those sparkly blue eyes. My lack of the football jacket or the muscular body. They didn’t matter any more. I was finally free.