Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Dear boywiththelipring

I dont know you, obviously. But I see you (almost) every day as I'm walking to class from my car. And, well, I think you are incredibly handsome. Now, I know that I'm not incredibly gorgeous, but I'm... decently cute. And I like to think that you notice me, too. But besides that, I'm intelligent, and exciting, and spontaneous. You could find that out if you talked to me. It wouldn't take much, just pause a little and say "hey... I'm ______" and I would smile and say "I'm_____. Do you want to go get some coffee or something?" And we could chat. I'm good at that.

But like I said, I don't know you. You could be a jerk or really stupid. Which makes the fact that I get nervous whenever I see you (something I thought I had gotten past with guys a long time ago) even more ridiculous. Especially since I really don't think that I would have a chance with you.

I would talk to you, but- call me old fashioned- I think that it should be the guy who makes the first move. Even (not that I think you'll actually read this) you can find me on myspace. I added [our] school, and you can guess my age.

Now... the quarter is almost over, and I doubt that when our schedules change I will see you. I'll miss it, truthfully. So talk to me soon :]

-a girl

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