Have you ever wanted to approach someone but weren't sure how you should do it? If so, you know how it feels when you have numerous what if's that run through your mind. What if I say something stupid? What if they think I'm weird? What if I want to talk to them but they don't want to talk to me?
I'm sure that we've all been there. Whether it be the same person you see on the LX bus every morning, that one guy that goes to the same coffee shop as you, or maybe it's the really cute girl that sits a few rows over from you in class.
You plan out this whole conversation in your head. You sit there and try to talk yourself into it and when you finally do, you'll chicken out at the last second.
In my case, it goes a little something like this...
She’s here.
Dude, just talk to her.
You’re right. Today is the day.
Yeah, uh huh.
All I have to do is say hello.
Or you know just hi like a normal person?
Shh, I know. No one says hello.
It’s not like you’re actually going to get yourself to spit it out anyway.
How about hey?
“Hey, I like your jacket.”
or
“Hey, you have really pretty eyes.”
Cough basic cough
Or how about
“Hey, I really like that point you made in class.”
Compliment her brains not just her beauty. Smart.
Maybe, I just won’t say anything.
Dude, you’re staring.
Oh no, she caught me.
She probably thinks you’re weird.
I could start with that!
“I know you caught me staring and I promise I’m not weird.
I just really like your face.”
And you wonder why you’re single?
I’ve got it!
Let’s hear it.
I could ask for the notes.
Tell her I zoned out or the professor was going too fast.
Okay, are you trying to sound like an idiot?
I could just introduce myself.
Alright but how long have I been saying this?
Literally, what’s the worst that could happen?
Well, you don’t want to come off as the stereotypical predatory lesbian.
You’re not helping.
Seriously though what have you got to lose? If anything you can make a new friend.
You’re right I’m gonna do it.
Well, hurry, class is over, everyone is leaving.
Totally gonna do it.
Wait. Where’d she go?
She left again. Didn’t she?
It’s okay. Next time, for sure.
I’ll pretend I believe that.