Well, shit.
In efforts to sift through my scattered thoughts, the only deduction I have been able to make is that I overly think too much over trivial affairs. For instance, I missed out on a potentially decent in-depth conversation because I decided at that particular moment to encompass shyness.
It was a night out with the ladies for dancing and some drinks, I prefer to morph into a wallflower on these types of crusades. Spectating the machismo displays resulting from the alluring beauty of my friends is utterly entertaining, almost like a sport. I wished for popcorn or some nachos, but took another chug of my beer instead to conceal a sly smirk. Enthralled by human behavior, my attention is glued to the terrible techniques used and lack of charming wit. I award him a 4.5 out of 10 for his moxie, maybe. More effort, less cheese.
My trance was broken by the detection of swift movement. Turning my head, I was pleasantly greeted by an attractive smile. His notable non-aggressive approach was respectful, which was peculiar but also refreshing. Heedlessly, I savored his genuine mannerisms, however also welcomed the interruption of caution coming from my girls. "Beer goggles," they warned, "beer goggles!" I took a moment to reevaluate my judgement. Although he was wearing Abercombie & Fitch, as they heckled him for, the visible appearance of well-sculpted pecs underneath his shirt was unmistakably my type. Assured by our different taste in men, there is a sense of relief, realizing that we will never be in direct competition with one another according to preference.
Our chat halts and I tell him that we can reconvene later, without having the real intention to do so. Despite having been the most appeasing character to strike up a conversation with me, I would rather immortalize the memory of attracting something other than cretins. The thought of ruining that image with prolonged banter was worrisome and not worth the risk. Just let me have this one notch on my belt. An opportune chance presented itself to place a finger upon his lips and whisper ever so sweetly, "Shhh.. you're pretty." But I did not.
