DanFC
Well-known member
It's the same old story that many of you may experience.
I meet this drop-dead gorgeous gal who's funny and sweet in my orgo lab class (not by choice btw, I rarely meet someone by choice, she was my partner for one of the weeks). She talks to me on occasion and I run into her in one of my other classes. She tries to talk to me, every now and then, and I really try to reciprocate, but the words just don't come out right. And the few times I can get the words right, I'm so anxious that I'm pretty sure it sounds bad.
Now I'm always thinking about her, but it's like, how can she possibly be interested in me, even if not in a romantic way? By the typical standards, she's amazing; she's tall, blond, and ridiculously good-looking. But she's also more than that; she's so sweet, relatively easy to talk to, fun to be around, and I can just tell she's a good person.
Then I look at myself and just tell myself I'm imagining things. I'm short, not good looking by any standards (being objective as I can), really awkward, and I've grown to be a "bit" gruff. So I miss my opportunities to have a real conversation with her, and a jewel like her will surely be swept away by the sort of guys I meet that are like her, just as a guy. A fun, great-looking, good person.
So I tell myself that I she's way better off with someone like herself, that there's no reason for her to stoop down to my level. Even if she made it explicitly clear that she liked me, I couldn't put her through the hell that is I.
So yeah, I don't know. That's what I got to say. I guess others here have gone through the same thing, so I'm not really whining. I just feel like I have this crushing heavy load, and maybe this expression will ease a bit of it.
I meet this drop-dead gorgeous gal who's funny and sweet in my orgo lab class (not by choice btw, I rarely meet someone by choice, she was my partner for one of the weeks). She talks to me on occasion and I run into her in one of my other classes. She tries to talk to me, every now and then, and I really try to reciprocate, but the words just don't come out right. And the few times I can get the words right, I'm so anxious that I'm pretty sure it sounds bad.
Now I'm always thinking about her, but it's like, how can she possibly be interested in me, even if not in a romantic way? By the typical standards, she's amazing; she's tall, blond, and ridiculously good-looking. But she's also more than that; she's so sweet, relatively easy to talk to, fun to be around, and I can just tell she's a good person.
Then I look at myself and just tell myself I'm imagining things. I'm short, not good looking by any standards (being objective as I can), really awkward, and I've grown to be a "bit" gruff. So I miss my opportunities to have a real conversation with her, and a jewel like her will surely be swept away by the sort of guys I meet that are like her, just as a guy. A fun, great-looking, good person.
So I tell myself that I she's way better off with someone like herself, that there's no reason for her to stoop down to my level. Even if she made it explicitly clear that she liked me, I couldn't put her through the hell that is I.
So yeah, I don't know. That's what I got to say. I guess others here have gone through the same thing, so I'm not really whining. I just feel like I have this crushing heavy load, and maybe this expression will ease a bit of it.
