Why pretty girls have low self esteem
I'm walking back from class through the quad, and to the distance I see a beautiful girl.
She's walking towards me, in a few seconds I will have to make the decision of whether or not to look.
As we're walking towards each other, my eyes jump between looking at her and looking at the trees.
We are still far enough for her to not really notice where I'm looking.
I am cool. I am singing in my mind (and slightly with my lips) "Perfect Day" by Lou Reed.
I'm not gonna sweat about this.
I walk past multiple beautiful girls a day.
This is gonna be a piece of cake.
We're getting close.
I'm looking straight forward. I still have time till the moment of contact.
Wait. Shit. She just smiled at me, I saw it in the corner of my view.
Dammit, too early! I wasn't prepared to react!
Now she's looking down, she's embarassed.
I try looking back at her. I smile.
But she keeps looking down.
We pass.
True story.
She's walking towards me, in a few seconds I will have to make the decision of whether or not to look.
As we're walking towards each other, my eyes jump between looking at her and looking at the trees.
We are still far enough for her to not really notice where I'm looking.
I am cool. I am singing in my mind (and slightly with my lips) "Perfect Day" by Lou Reed.
I'm not gonna sweat about this.
I walk past multiple beautiful girls a day.
This is gonna be a piece of cake.
We're getting close.
I'm looking straight forward. I still have time till the moment of contact.
Wait. Shit. She just smiled at me, I saw it in the corner of my view.
Dammit, too early! I wasn't prepared to react!
Now she's looking down, she's embarassed.
I try looking back at her. I smile.
But she keeps looking down.
We pass.
True story.