About how I get giddy over books, stalkerish over girls, drunk, turned down and disabled in the end.
It's been two hectic weeks. First, the book fair from March 10th to 16th. That was mucho fun. You’d think books are boring, but they are not. Actually, I believe most of my friends didn’t understand how I could get so excited over books, of all things. But I was excited and I had a good time, I did a good job, my boss was happy and so was I. But it’s not just books that made me happy. Yes there was a girl and yes I had my stalker goggles on most of the time. See, the fair was held at this shopping mall where I bough a bicycle two years ago and this cute as a button girl rung it up for me. I tried to find out something, anything about her but no one seemed to know her. Now, two years later, I get a spot at the book fair with a direct view of her workplace. And boy did I take advantage of that. You could say there where even moments when I thought about just how much of a creepy vibe I was giving off while staking her out the whole shift. So, I noticed her and I’m pretty sure she noticed me. Was it in a good way or in a “oh my god, that pervert is drooling all over me again” way, I don’t know. But I was insistent to find out. Am. Still am.
So to see if I got her attention, in a good way more than in a bad way, I’ve made a plan of making myself be this chivalrous suitor who’s sole intention is to make her aware how I am enchanted by her presence and, if she is so inclined, I’d be more than happy to take her out on a date. Or a cup of coffee. Or a glass of water. Whatever. So I bought her a box of fancy-schmancy chocolate. I wrapped it up in a fancy-schmancy box with a little bow and a witty message attached.
The best part about it was that I didn’t have to deliver it myself, but a friend said she’d do it, to add the mystery to it all. Like, she will not be able to resist calling me. So the plan was set, the critical mass reached its peek. A friend of mine took a bold step and walked into the shopping mall, right to where the girl works. Or she was supposed to be working. But she wasn’t. Why? Because she’s on holiday! She took holiday until the end of the month. She won’t be back until April. So how fracking disappointed jinxed and idiotic do you think I feel right now?
So to skip the part where I sulked and brooded the whole day, I’ll just mention how I got piss drunk on Thursday evening on vodka/some-toxic-energy-drink-type-of-thing, danced till wee hours of the morning, tried to hit on a girl who was very cute but also very straight and, therefore, more than a little uninterested. Strike two, I guess. Oh, and not to forget, after I woke up on Friday after my debauched night, the mother of all cramps completely disabled my right leg and with such intensity I wanted to cry like a little baby. I guess that’s how it feels when somebody stabs your leg. And it doesn’t feel good, in case you were wondering.
Today, my leg is much better, my ego is still a bit bruised and I am even more nervous and fidgety than I was at the beginning of the week because I have to (well, I don’t really have to, but I should) go and present the damned chocolate to the girl myself. Without being creepy and stalkerish. Oh, but I have to wait another 10 days to do that.
Do you think it can be done?