- Oct 11, 1999
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I was at B&N today, minding my own business and reading some rag, when this *perfect* woman walked to the newspaper stand not 15 feet from me and started reading some newspapers. I was instantly attracted to her and tried my best not to stare. I could actually feel my heart rate going up. I should have gotten up to talk to her, but instead I sat there for a good 2-3 minutes, partly shocked, partly scared. By the time I had gathered up my courage, she left.
Dammit, I can't count how many times I've risked life and limb, looked death and fate in the face and not flinch. But the one time I run into a perfect girl, I'm a wuss and I become scared. What on earth is wrong with me to the point that an insanely beautiful girl is scarier than having a near death experience?

Sucks to be me, hahaha
Dammit, I can't count how many times I've risked life and limb, looked death and fate in the face and not flinch. But the one time I run into a perfect girl, I'm a wuss and I become scared. What on earth is wrong with me to the point that an insanely beautiful girl is scarier than having a near death experience?
Sucks to be me, hahaha