Do you ever recall a moment where you were trying to talk to your crush, and the right words did not happen to come out, and no matter how much you tried to not be awkward, it was almost impossible not to?
Those silly high school moments where you made an idiot out of yourself trying to talk to the the one you liked.
Fast forward to the college years, add a little bit of alcohol into the mix, and voila, you have made a bigger ass out of yourself. And the awkwardness is now just you being a creep.
I should start at the beginning, however, for this one I met through work. At a time when college wasn't really on the radar, but at the same time, there was nothing wrong with taking a few classes. I was more focused on making car payments, earning the money, and surviving making new friends.
She worked at the pharmacy, she was short, cute, and had a good sense of humor; certain people would think that was enough.
But I was at a stage of my life where I was starting to jump in that alcohol train, experimenting with heavier drinks, stronger ones, and started to enter the bar scene.
For some reason, it felt like I was back in high school again. I would only see her in the aisles, which reminded me of the halls, and would only mutter simple greetings, small talk...same as I managed in high school.
So one day I get drunk, and I do what most drunk people do when drunk; something stupid.
I ask my best friend for her number, and I text her, and she has no idea how I got her number, and I'm trying to see if she wants to do something with me sometime, and well...you get the picture. It wasn't pretty.
The awkwardness later filled in through the aisles. Me trying to apologize after didn't exactly help, either.
The only thing that helped, was the fact that she moved. The only other time I ever saw her again, was a random encounter, and it was brief, short small talk, and goodbye.
Like it was in the beginning, so was in the end.
And yet again, another one I never heard from again.
Those silly high school moments where you made an idiot out of yourself trying to talk to the the one you liked.
Fast forward to the college years, add a little bit of alcohol into the mix, and voila, you have made a bigger ass out of yourself. And the awkwardness is now just you being a creep.
I should start at the beginning, however, for this one I met through work. At a time when college wasn't really on the radar, but at the same time, there was nothing wrong with taking a few classes. I was more focused on making car payments, earning the money, and surviving making new friends.
She worked at the pharmacy, she was short, cute, and had a good sense of humor; certain people would think that was enough.
But I was at a stage of my life where I was starting to jump in that alcohol train, experimenting with heavier drinks, stronger ones, and started to enter the bar scene.
For some reason, it felt like I was back in high school again. I would only see her in the aisles, which reminded me of the halls, and would only mutter simple greetings, small talk...same as I managed in high school.
So one day I get drunk, and I do what most drunk people do when drunk; something stupid.
I ask my best friend for her number, and I text her, and she has no idea how I got her number, and I'm trying to see if she wants to do something with me sometime, and well...you get the picture. It wasn't pretty.
The awkwardness later filled in through the aisles. Me trying to apologize after didn't exactly help, either.
The only thing that helped, was the fact that she moved. The only other time I ever saw her again, was a random encounter, and it was brief, short small talk, and goodbye.
Like it was in the beginning, so was in the end.
And yet again, another one I never heard from again.
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