My Twenty-First post.
If I had to sum up my events from yesterday in one word, it would be this:
Fail.
It was a pretty hard fail, too.
There’s this chick, that works at this place…
Every time I go in there, I get the feeling she stares at me. I’ve even brought it up to people that go in the store with me. They also agreed that she seemed to be staring at me. This was exacerbated by my best friend, who, after a trip to this store and sitting out in the car, told me I should go back in and try to talk to her.
Well… Things didn’t go too well, and now I feel like a jackass.
On the bright side, I realized that if this were a couple of months earlier, I wouldn’t even have the nerve to try and talk to a random female.
But it still sucks.
Now I think I have a crush on this chick, but there’s always that first impression to remind her (and me) how hard I fail.
Why do some girls have to be so damn cute?
Ugh.
