5 Oct 2008

[Book.]

I don’t know what I’ve become like as far as women goes, these days. On one of my days where I was cleaned up, I saw a very attractive female while waiting for a plane at the airport. I was snatching glimpses of her discreetly, when to my surprise, she started giving me the eye back. Mostly I was shy and I turned away from her looking, but when I caught some significant eye contact, there was a feeling in the pit of my stomach like it were swallowing itself, and traces of an anxiety attack in my lungs. Needless to say, I did no such thing as approach her, get within 10 feet of her. I don’t know if I regret not doing so; I have this theory of what is meant to be, and if the conditions could not be overcome somehow, perhaps they were meant to be as things happened: if I were meant to meet her, closer than a roomaway gaze, maybe there would have been more impetus. Maybe. Useless to think any further about it.

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