On the scale from 1 to 10 how awkward one can be, today I was 357.
If you remember reading the post about my enchantment with a certain shopping mall girl I wrote some ten days ago, here's a sequel to the story.
She finally came to work after being on a 9-day vacation. Finally, I got my chance to present her with my gallant gesture of appreciation in a form of fancy-schmancy chocolate. This time, instead of drafting one of my friends to do the dirty work, I’ve decided to bite the bullet and approach her myself. Which would be fine if I managed to stay cool and gallant except I didn’t. I was very much like a hormone driven 14-year-old boy pulling on the pigtails of a girl he has a crush on. This is how it went:
Me [walking into the mall, seeing Her at her work place]: OMGOMGOMGOMG!
Me [running up into the bathroom to collect and even slap myself a bit]
Me [after finally coming to my senses and deciding it is now of never]: Hi.
Her [bright but professional smile]: Hello.
Me: Umm… I don’t know if you remember me from two weeks ago…
Her [squint]: ???
Me: …I was up at the book fair and… [off of her confused look] Never mind. Umm… [gives her the box] This is for you.
Her [very very confused]: What for?
Me [eek!]: Umm… no reason. Just. Take it. Look at it. When you have the time. After work.
Her [blink blink]
Me: Okay?
Her [smile as in “what the hell is going on?”]: Okay.
Me [making an exit very much like Cindy Thomas “Uh. Boss is coming. Gotta go back to work!”] Okay. Bye. [runs off] Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Needless to say, I do not expect her to call. But I am so glad this is over. I’ve had 50 panic attacks in the course of two weeks and now I can just relax. Unless she actually does call, then I’ll freak out again.