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Valentine’s Day is coming up. I am, of course, speaking the obvious, but there’s a problem: I’m single. But there is a female classmate I’m interested in. Or there was. (I don’t know anymore, honestly.)
Here’s the story:
I first saw her sitting in a corner in my geography class, and when I looked at her — excuse me if I don’t know how to explain myself — I felt something: this burning desire to talk to her, to get to know her, and, hopefully, go out with her.
I was, as cheesy as this may sound, interested in her. So I went up to her and introduced myself — enthusiastically.
I don’t remember what I said, but I remember the feeling of talking to her the first time. I was nervous. Like, really nervous.
But as our conversation progressed, which led to our walk to the bus stop (I told her I was walking with her because I had to go to Whole Foods), I felt more and more comfortable around her. This nervous feeling became a thing of the past.
I really enjoyed our brief conversation, and in my mind, I was thinking of a myriad of ways I could ask her out. Perhaps I could ask her to lunch, and then pop the question. Or perhaps I could ask her on a date first and then ask her out. I was brainstorming many scenarios in which I could express, to the fullest extent, my confession.
After all, Valentine’s Day is coming up.
So the next day, after class ended, I was ready. Or at least I felt ready, in retrospect, to tell her my feelings.
“This is it, David,” I said to myself. “This is your chance to shine. Have courage.”
I amped myself up, but when I started looking for her — first looking at the place I saw her the first time, her seat — she was gone.
“Gone,” I muttered, astonished.
“What do I do now…?”
To be continued…