11/30/2002 – Robert

I really am a total coward sometimes when it comes to women.  Maybe being slapped down repeatedly will do that to a guy.  There’s this really cute girl sitting a couple of tables down from me.  She’ll gaze at a picture, jot something down, then occasionally glance around.  She stops in my direction from time to time.  Is she looking at me?  I wonder what she’s thinking.

My heart is racing.  Why?  She seems like my type.  My brain seems to short circuit itself around girls that I’m really attracted to.  I’m sure the two cups of coffee I’ve down aren’t helping my nerves at all.  She glances over, my eyes meet hers, we exchange smiles… back to writing.  Rinse and repeat.