tooshytosay
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OK so here I was at college having lunch by myself as usual.
The place I was eating kind of looked like this:
Single sofa (me)-- Small tea-table -- single sofa facing me
I had my laptop on the table and was nibbling at my sandwich whilst "studying" (what else can you do while eating lunch by yourself?)
Then suddenly this girl came and sat on the sofa facing me. And I mean sure, the place I was eating was quite crowded, but if she wanted, she could've easily sat at another table alone. But no, she came and sat opposite me. This had never happened before.
Guess what happened?
Sad as it might sound - I still don't even know how she looked like. Why? Because, all along, my eyes were downcast at my laptop, or at my sandwich, desperately trying to avoid looking at her. Ugh, all I know is that she wore blue jeans.
I hurriedly finished my sandwich. Then I packed up and got up. Somehow even during that time I avoided looking at her. Nope, not even a glance. That's right, the years of avoiding social contact has made me so good at controlling my gaze.
And I left. Just like that. I looked around, and indeed there were empty tables with empty seats (which she could've gone to).
You could probably imagine how I felt. I was punching myself - almost literally. I was amazed at my own social incompetence. How I probably came across as really mean, stuck-up, unfriendly, and rejecting.
When really inside - I was just feeling so SHY. Ugh.
The place I was eating kind of looked like this:
Single sofa (me)-- Small tea-table -- single sofa facing me
I had my laptop on the table and was nibbling at my sandwich whilst "studying" (what else can you do while eating lunch by yourself?)
Then suddenly this girl came and sat on the sofa facing me. And I mean sure, the place I was eating was quite crowded, but if she wanted, she could've easily sat at another table alone. But no, she came and sat opposite me. This had never happened before.
Guess what happened?
Sad as it might sound - I still don't even know how she looked like. Why? Because, all along, my eyes were downcast at my laptop, or at my sandwich, desperately trying to avoid looking at her. Ugh, all I know is that she wore blue jeans.
I hurriedly finished my sandwich. Then I packed up and got up. Somehow even during that time I avoided looking at her. Nope, not even a glance. That's right, the years of avoiding social contact has made me so good at controlling my gaze.
And I left. Just like that. I looked around, and indeed there were empty tables with empty seats (which she could've gone to).
You could probably imagine how I felt. I was punching myself - almost literally. I was amazed at my own social incompetence. How I probably came across as really mean, stuck-up, unfriendly, and rejecting.
When really inside - I was just feeling so SHY. Ugh.