Shyness
it is presently ten past four in the morning and I have just returned from a rather queer venue possessed of a license to sell alcoholic beverages into the small hours. Overall I had a good night. There were a multitude of people I knew out, well... there were people out that I knew, some of whom I even liked. The music, aside from the Christmas tracks was bare able, don't ask. And generally it was, as I said, fairly pleasant. However. It forced to my attention a problem of mine I have not dealt with much lately. As a result I recount the incident here so that you may assist me in my analysis. I'm on the dance floor, the big flashing one of powerhouse, and I'm stood next to the... well okay, maybe the third ish most attractive guy in there. The important thing to note here is that I find this boy passable, and would not have been averse to going home with him. However, after watching him for some time, and then dancing beside him for the period of ... at least three tracks I am unable to say to him so much as hi. Just hi, never mind the my name is Chris, or would you like to dance or can I buy you a drink. Inevitably he leaves. And this causes me no end of frustration. Not because that boy was just that gorgeous that I am left heartbroken, but because I just can't approach guys I like and posses zero self confidence. I'm not sure what I hope this note will achieve but think it's better I record it and be able to think back on it than ignore it and continue likewise. If you have anything to say on the matter please do. Goodnight.