I met someone tonight. He had the most wonderful eyes. I drowned in them. His smile was hypnotizing, and I can´t stop thinking about him, but I don´t think I will ever talk to him again. See, that´s the thing about meeting cute guys at parties. You never know if you should keep talking to him, or if that chemistry, if I may go so far, was just a one time thing. A drunk fling. But then again, as with most other things, there is another option. What if he felt the same way? And I would miss out on knowing this amazing person, just because I thought it would be inappropriate or awkward to talk to him again. All sobered up.
I wish I would be more "out there" you know. Not so afraid of what people would think. I mean, if I make a mistake, so what! I would at least be able to say I´ve tried, but no. I´m obviously not a trier, I´m an excuser, or a safe-going individual that won´t ever embarrass herself. Hell, I´m a wuss.
No comments:
Post a Comment