Oct 22, 2001 00:35
I keep throwing myself at unwilling males...there was Ray who would rather do HW or Chris who wanted the girl in his pledge class or whomever. There is this guy in my 8:15 AM Reading Literature class named Jarod. He first caught my eye when he did a reading in class: he had a very powerful voice and read with such emotional conviction. He always has something intelligent to say about whatever the topic at hand may be. Then he has these incredibly soulful eyes. WE have what I jestingly call "eye sex" every class, but it's more of this eye flirting.
Our Eyes dance intimately with one another
But this is it,
Shall our bodies ever carress?
Our lips enjoy a soft embrace?
We have been left to that endless dance
That puts me in a trance
Like so many times before.
I can't bring myself to talk to him. It is solely becuase I have nothing to say and when I first speak to him I want it to be something memorable/intelligent/sweet and most definately smile inducing. Am I crazy? I actually look forward to this crack of dawn class just to see him. I blush when I catch him staring at me. He makes me feel beautiful without ever having said it. Something about the way he looks at me. Why do I waste my energy on others when I could put it towards something more profound?