You have prepared.
You have mentally accepted certain truths about yourself and your place in the moment.
There are tens of thousands of people around all basically there for the same reason. Some are veterans, some are novice, some are just bored senseless. You won't go see her you tell yourself. You are lightly shaking with anticipation wondering if she'll "accidently" see you, but you will do your best to avoid that scenerio. You are absolutely sure she does not want to have contact.
You're calm. You're relaxing. Your muscles are no longer tense.
She walks straight up to you, and with a smile sent from the heavens says "hi."
You're dumbfounded (more than usual). "How can this be?" you say to yourself. There is no way on Gods green earth she would have wanted to see you, much less converse, you were certain!
"Were" certain.
Oh God! What now. AND SHES BEAUTIFUL!!
But not that tall.
Your struggling against the ropes. Shes hit you with a left and you weren't even expecting to be in the freakin' ring! She's cute and smart and hot and knowing, all at the same time and all of a sudden you feel like the teacher has asked you to stop over HER house after school for something she can't take care of at school and you don't know if all your wild fantasies are gonna come true or she's gonna give you that recipe your Mom asked her for.
But I'm getting off track (duh!)
Your stomach is doing flips. Is she there to tell you you are a cad to your face or is she just going to torture you with her mind and body (oh my, what a body)?
She asks you if you would still like to have lunch, and somehow your mouth moves on its own and says yes. Your brain is screaming "stop, idiot. Be cool, be aloof, be something, stop staring at her chest!"
You never thought you would have the chance to say you're sorry in person. You never thought you would have the chance to POSSIBLY be charming all over again. And you have 40 minutes now to right a terrible wrong.
Oh...and she made you a sandwich with her own little hands (oy).
What do you do?
You have mentally accepted certain truths about yourself and your place in the moment.
There are tens of thousands of people around all basically there for the same reason. Some are veterans, some are novice, some are just bored senseless. You won't go see her you tell yourself. You are lightly shaking with anticipation wondering if she'll "accidently" see you, but you will do your best to avoid that scenerio. You are absolutely sure she does not want to have contact.
You're calm. You're relaxing. Your muscles are no longer tense.
She walks straight up to you, and with a smile sent from the heavens says "hi."
You're dumbfounded (more than usual). "How can this be?" you say to yourself. There is no way on Gods green earth she would have wanted to see you, much less converse, you were certain!
"Were" certain.
Oh God! What now. AND SHES BEAUTIFUL!!
But not that tall.
Your struggling against the ropes. Shes hit you with a left and you weren't even expecting to be in the freakin' ring! She's cute and smart and hot and knowing, all at the same time and all of a sudden you feel like the teacher has asked you to stop over HER house after school for something she can't take care of at school and you don't know if all your wild fantasies are gonna come true or she's gonna give you that recipe your Mom asked her for.
But I'm getting off track (duh!)
Your stomach is doing flips. Is she there to tell you you are a cad to your face or is she just going to torture you with her mind and body (oh my, what a body)?
She asks you if you would still like to have lunch, and somehow your mouth moves on its own and says yes. Your brain is screaming "stop, idiot. Be cool, be aloof, be something, stop staring at her chest!"
You never thought you would have the chance to say you're sorry in person. You never thought you would have the chance to POSSIBLY be charming all over again. And you have 40 minutes now to right a terrible wrong.
Oh...and she made you a sandwich with her own little hands (oy).
What do you do?
