Here's a newsflash: talking to a girl over coffee of even over voicemail reduces me to Jell-o. I'm thirty for Chrissakes, this is not supposed to be. I don't have this problem with ALL girls, just the ones that are devastatingly cute and Christian. If I wasn't attracted to her, I'd come off as smooth as can be. It amuses me in the most dreadful of ways. It all reminds me of that first girl; Emma Thompson in grade nine, of being faced with dancing with her at the freshman prom with "It's The End Of The World As We Know It" blaring in the gym (how apt). Or maybe it was "More Than Words" by those gay Nelson brothers... both tracks were big that year.
Le sigh.
I don't intend for this to be a personal venue for my wacky hijinks with the fairer sex. But c'est la vie. I'm just more than a bit frustrated at the moment because I don't know where I stand... I have a target and I'm prosecuting that target to the best of my ability and in the most responsible, mature Christian-guy way possible until I'm either foiled, successful or dead.
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My 'Christian Walk' is more of a disoriented stumble.
2 comments:
But you usually do come off as smooth & confident. Leave her a little curious, she's trying to leave you curious too. ;)
Why you gotta be mean to the Nelson brothers...what'd they ever do to you?! :p haha. Actually, aren't you thinking of an Extreme song? It was acoustic right? Gary Sharone (sp?) and Nuno Bettencourt. Both definitely not blonde. :p
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