Teaser Type Update!
Chapter 4: Walking the Dog (continued)
I went outside at walked towards her, subconsciously trying to crawl up like an armadillo to _try_ to be impregnable to any hurt. Though as much as I believe that I can never really hurt my feelings though a possible rejection, I ironically knew it _will_ still hurt, but not as much as the pain of knowing I did nothing and ergo will get nothing.
Jas was already walking in the mosiac adorned walkway which encircles the mini-park beside my house. I believe that she was trying to ignore me as I approached the park in plain sight of anyone, which at this moment, only refers to Jas and her dog.
Flashing in my mind were all my known conversation starter statements like: "Fine weather were having today huh?" and even some *bullshit* pick-up lines such as: "If I got a flower every time I think if you... I could walk in my garden forever." and "Are you Venus and from Venus? Not only are you a goddess of beauty, you're out of this world!" (but I wasn't serious about saying such lines that might turn me into a "slap-magnet") As I thought of something substantial to say, my feet were constantly trying to be one foot ahead of the other. Fortunately (or unfortunately) for me, the problem of making the first move disappeared, because the dog beat me to it. (damn! a dog made the first move! that's gonna drain confidence quicker than you can say "fetch")
The dog faced me, growled and pounced towards me. As for myself, I was locked in place. (maybe subconsciously on purpose) The dog led Jas with him. At the moment before the beast was going to maul me, Jas exemplified her strong willed demeanor. With a mildly loud but commanding voice, she demanded her dog to stop as she pulled on the flat red nylon leash.
The clouds above my hero's head seemed to part as if to let the sun bath her body with light.
The effect of the intensely bright morning light going through and off her white shirt was making me believe that she possesed an innate immaculate glow. This effect of light was also making her shirt reveal the contour of her fit body and the tightness of her sport-type bra. (But no! I must not get distracted with this!)
She then bade the dog to go to her side. All the while, I still stood there and was "transfixed*".
(*-this word was used due to a lack of an appropriate word to approximate the nature of the situation that could still pass the decorum of a casual conversation)
(to be continued)
I went outside at walked towards her, subconsciously trying to crawl up like an armadillo to _try_ to be impregnable to any hurt. Though as much as I believe that I can never really hurt my feelings though a possible rejection, I ironically knew it _will_ still hurt, but not as much as the pain of knowing I did nothing and ergo will get nothing.
Jas was already walking in the mosiac adorned walkway which encircles the mini-park beside my house. I believe that she was trying to ignore me as I approached the park in plain sight of anyone, which at this moment, only refers to Jas and her dog.
Flashing in my mind were all my known conversation starter statements like: "Fine weather were having today huh?" and even some *bullshit* pick-up lines such as: "If I got a flower every time I think if you... I could walk in my garden forever." and "Are you Venus and from Venus? Not only are you a goddess of beauty, you're out of this world!" (but I wasn't serious about saying such lines that might turn me into a "slap-magnet") As I thought of something substantial to say, my feet were constantly trying to be one foot ahead of the other. Fortunately (or unfortunately) for me, the problem of making the first move disappeared, because the dog beat me to it. (damn! a dog made the first move! that's gonna drain confidence quicker than you can say "fetch")
The dog faced me, growled and pounced towards me. As for myself, I was locked in place. (maybe subconsciously on purpose) The dog led Jas with him. At the moment before the beast was going to maul me, Jas exemplified her strong willed demeanor. With a mildly loud but commanding voice, she demanded her dog to stop as she pulled on the flat red nylon leash.
The clouds above my hero's head seemed to part as if to let the sun bath her body with light.
The effect of the intensely bright morning light going through and off her white shirt was making me believe that she possesed an innate immaculate glow. This effect of light was also making her shirt reveal the contour of her fit body and the tightness of her sport-type bra. (But no! I must not get distracted with this!)
She then bade the dog to go to her side. All the while, I still stood there and was "transfixed*".
(*-this word was used due to a lack of an appropriate word to approximate the nature of the situation that could still pass the decorum of a casual conversation)
(to be continued)