Sean B. Fitzgerald It doesn’t go something like this, it goes exactly like this.

Tuesday.

Things I don't like:

My inability to talk to attractive girls. I mean, I can literally talk TO them. But I can't necessarily have a proper conversation. Because when I do, I have a million thoughts going through my head. The other day in class, this impossibly hot girl sitting next to me asks if there was an assignment due. At first, I didn't think she was talking to me because hot girls usually only talk to their girlfriends or have a preapproved list of guys to converse with. I had no idea I made the cut, so obviously I was a little hesitant. As I answered her question, I was half expecting for some big lumbering bouncer to throw me out of class. I struggled with, "Nah, it's due on Thursday", but I got it out. Whew! It's over. At least I thought it was. She kept talking and asking me questions. This should be good right? It is, but with me, it's like an olympic event in keeping focused. So she's sitting there asking me if I dorm or commute, or if I am a transfer. And I most likely have one of three looks on my face. The first being a blank stare, just being dumbfounded that this girl is speaking to ME. The second being a completely enthralled look. Eyes wide open, head tilted to the side, elbow on my knee, heel of my hand holding my head up, and sighing every few seconds. And the third look is just a look of me trying to concentrate too hard on the questions she's asking. Regardless of the look on my face, I stopped listening to her after the third question. Because in my "hopeless romantic" mind, three questions shows significant interest in me, and I'm already wondering how our first date is going to go. I'm thinking, "Oh man, are my parents going to like her?" Meanwhile, she's still talking to me, probably telling me how her boyfriend just bought her Dave Matthews Band tickets and she's SO excited!

I'll be back.