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...I feel like my brains have been smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped around a gold brick whenever I'm around her.
I am not stupid. I am a highly intelligent, socially competent, attractive woman. I have interesting things to say, I listen well to other people, and I am good friend and I am a worthwhile person to spend time with. I am talented in many fields, and I am always eager to learn more.
...However, whenever I see her, I start shaking and any coherent thought I might have even attempted to have is gone. I feel stupid-- poleaxed. If I look even a third as idiotic as I feel, she's gotta think I have the IQ of a mailbox. The sound of my brain falling out of my head and going splat on the floor is almost audible.
Dude, this ain't right.
And oh my God she's so sexy in that long black coat, her hair dyed a strange shade of deep red... the makeup and the nosering and oh Christ I can't focus on anything except how stupid I have to look to her as I sit there trembling, cowed by the brilliance of her smile.
So.
I think I am going to email her again. I am much, much more competent in writing than in speech, and so...
*sighs and girds her metaphysical loins*
It's worth a shot, right?
I am not stupid. I am a highly intelligent, socially competent, attractive woman. I have interesting things to say, I listen well to other people, and I am good friend and I am a worthwhile person to spend time with. I am talented in many fields, and I am always eager to learn more.
...However, whenever I see her, I start shaking and any coherent thought I might have even attempted to have is gone. I feel stupid-- poleaxed. If I look even a third as idiotic as I feel, she's gotta think I have the IQ of a mailbox. The sound of my brain falling out of my head and going splat on the floor is almost audible.
Dude, this ain't right.
And oh my God she's so sexy in that long black coat, her hair dyed a strange shade of deep red... the makeup and the nosering and oh Christ I can't focus on anything except how stupid I have to look to her as I sit there trembling, cowed by the brilliance of her smile.
So.
I think I am going to email her again. I am much, much more competent in writing than in speech, and so...
*sighs and girds her metaphysical loins*
It's worth a shot, right?