It takes me awhile to get into the zone. Once I do it is game over for whatever goal I am tackling.
She was the most beautiful girls I had ever seen in my life. Her flowing golden hair danced just off the top of her flawless alabaster shoulder. She was wearing these squarish black framed glasses that tied together her round face beautifully. And her smile, oh lord her smile, it was as if all life came into existence because of her smile. In a room of thirty students it was simply her, and her alone that I couldn't keep my eyes off. If I were a fourteenth century painter looking for a model of an angel she would've been it. I should have bent over backward to show her that I was interested. But I was seventeen and not old enough to understand the difference between love and lust. She wasn't looking for a single use guy, she was looking for a partner. I have never been good at dating, I am brash, rude, and sarcastic A terrible recipe for a potential partner.
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