the_great_gaia
Senior Don Juan
Friday night was my old high school's homecoming night
I arrived to the game remembering the rule "never Just Be Yourself; But be BETTER" so I looked like a prettyboy, a very PRETTY boy. As I went into the game, there were people I saw that I graduated with, they didn't recognize me at first, but when they did, I got madd hugs, which wasn't too important. As I looked around, all I really saw were 9th graders, so I didn't think much of the night.. until, I saw HER. It was this girl that graduated with my class, Amber, though, in the high school days, I never spoke to her, she's what you would call "intimidating", she was a HB9.9 at the least. This would be a chance to prove something to myself: "Could I talk to her now?" As I looked over at her, she looked the exact same way she did on her internet profile, so I came up with an opening and I went up to her.
Me: "Excuse me.."
Amber: "Yea?"
Me: "I saw your profile on the internet and I had to come over and make myself familiar.."
Amber: "Oh wow, you really saw my profile online? Cool!"
Me: "Yea, so what's your name?" (pretending as if I only seen her online)
Amber: "my name's Amber"
Me: "Ok, and my name is Mike.." *shakes hand or whatever*
When I approached her, she was already talking to a (male) friend that she hung out with in high school. But when they came across a quiet moment, I would speak.. Me and Amber where having a conversation about stuff, and the more she spoke; the more upset I was in myself, I could feel those ole' AFC tendencies kicking it. In my mind, I somehow convinced myself that getting her number or anything from her was a bad idea and that making an empty close was the best to do.
Me: "So, do you get online often?"
Amber: "Yeah, all the time"
Me: "Do you have AIM/AOL?"
Amber: "Yeah."
Me: "What's Your Screen Name?"
Amber: "It's [censored for privacy]"
Me: "Ok, maybe I'll message you whenever i have time.."
Amber: "Ok."
A friend of mine had spotted me out and came over to hug me, and I hugged her, but when I turned around, Amber was gone. I had already changed my mind about not getting her number, I was after it, how was i gonna get it now? I was kinda disappointed that I only asked for her SCREEN NAME- which is some punk a$$ shyt. I deserved to wear 3 shoes that night... 2 on my feet and one up my a$$. I asked that guy-friend of hers where she went...
Guy: "Oh, she went off somewhere"
Me: "Damn.."
Guy: "HAHAHA, yeah, I know what you mean, just go find her and talk to her"
Me: "Is She Hard To Get?"
Guy: "The Only Way To Find Out Is By Talking To Her"
Me: "Ok"
I decided to look for her but, no good, I couldn't find her, and all I had of her was her screen name, I'm an idiot... not a good 1st day, but i'll learn.
I arrived to the game remembering the rule "never Just Be Yourself; But be BETTER" so I looked like a prettyboy, a very PRETTY boy. As I went into the game, there were people I saw that I graduated with, they didn't recognize me at first, but when they did, I got madd hugs, which wasn't too important. As I looked around, all I really saw were 9th graders, so I didn't think much of the night.. until, I saw HER. It was this girl that graduated with my class, Amber, though, in the high school days, I never spoke to her, she's what you would call "intimidating", she was a HB9.9 at the least. This would be a chance to prove something to myself: "Could I talk to her now?" As I looked over at her, she looked the exact same way she did on her internet profile, so I came up with an opening and I went up to her.
Me: "Excuse me.."
Amber: "Yea?"
Me: "I saw your profile on the internet and I had to come over and make myself familiar.."
Amber: "Oh wow, you really saw my profile online? Cool!"
Me: "Yea, so what's your name?" (pretending as if I only seen her online)
Amber: "my name's Amber"
Me: "Ok, and my name is Mike.." *shakes hand or whatever*
When I approached her, she was already talking to a (male) friend that she hung out with in high school. But when they came across a quiet moment, I would speak.. Me and Amber where having a conversation about stuff, and the more she spoke; the more upset I was in myself, I could feel those ole' AFC tendencies kicking it. In my mind, I somehow convinced myself that getting her number or anything from her was a bad idea and that making an empty close was the best to do.
Me: "So, do you get online often?"
Amber: "Yeah, all the time"
Me: "Do you have AIM/AOL?"
Amber: "Yeah."
Me: "What's Your Screen Name?"
Amber: "It's [censored for privacy]"
Me: "Ok, maybe I'll message you whenever i have time.."
Amber: "Ok."
A friend of mine had spotted me out and came over to hug me, and I hugged her, but when I turned around, Amber was gone. I had already changed my mind about not getting her number, I was after it, how was i gonna get it now? I was kinda disappointed that I only asked for her SCREEN NAME- which is some punk a$$ shyt. I deserved to wear 3 shoes that night... 2 on my feet and one up my a$$. I asked that guy-friend of hers where she went...
Guy: "Oh, she went off somewhere"
Me: "Damn.."
Guy: "HAHAHA, yeah, I know what you mean, just go find her and talk to her"
Me: "Is She Hard To Get?"
Guy: "The Only Way To Find Out Is By Talking To Her"
Me: "Ok"
I decided to look for her but, no good, I couldn't find her, and all I had of her was her screen name, I'm an idiot... not a good 1st day, but i'll learn.
