So I'm eating breakfast in the morning, and I walk away from my table to get something and I come back. And this girl sitting at the table next to me comes up to me. She's dressed in pink and she is hot. I would say 9 to 9.5.
She asks me, how biology is going. I said, it's going OK. Where do I know you from? She said she had no idea and she looked down and smiled. I asked her if she was in my class, and she said no, but she was taking it next quarter, and she was just curious. Like an idiot I continued, "But you knew I was in Bio 101, right?" She said no, she had no idea.
So with my cloudy mind, I'm thinking it's not adding up. I don't understand. And then she's walking away, and I add that Bio is pretty easy, so it shouldn't be a problem. Then she smiles and nods and walks out the door.
Then it hits me. That was the girl version of an "approach." When I left, she must have walked over and looked at my textbook and seen that I was in Bio 101, and then gotten up the courage to come talk to me.
I'm good looking, but damn it, I can't think on my feet at all. This has ALWAYS been my problem. I have a brick for a brain.
Logically thinking about it now, of course that was a BS question, of course I should have gotten her number...in fact I could think of 10 different possibilities I could have carried out. And I would have no problem doing it. I just can't seem to process what is happening until it's too late.
Please knock some sense into me. I feel awful.
Rejection really is better than regret.
She asks me, how biology is going. I said, it's going OK. Where do I know you from? She said she had no idea and she looked down and smiled. I asked her if she was in my class, and she said no, but she was taking it next quarter, and she was just curious. Like an idiot I continued, "But you knew I was in Bio 101, right?" She said no, she had no idea.
So with my cloudy mind, I'm thinking it's not adding up. I don't understand. And then she's walking away, and I add that Bio is pretty easy, so it shouldn't be a problem. Then she smiles and nods and walks out the door.
Then it hits me. That was the girl version of an "approach." When I left, she must have walked over and looked at my textbook and seen that I was in Bio 101, and then gotten up the courage to come talk to me.
I'm good looking, but damn it, I can't think on my feet at all. This has ALWAYS been my problem. I have a brick for a brain.
Logically thinking about it now, of course that was a BS question, of course I should have gotten her number...in fact I could think of 10 different possibilities I could have carried out. And I would have no problem doing it. I just can't seem to process what is happening until it's too late.
Please knock some sense into me. I feel awful.
Rejection really is better than regret.