I had seen this red head in some of my yoga classes for awhile. I thought she was cute. There are a lot of cute girls in my yoga classes but for some reason she stuck in my mind.
We never practiced near each other so we never talked. Time went on and I would see her every now and then. I started to think that I should try and talk to her if only to meet someone new. But I never really got the chance.
Then a couple of weeks ago, she wound up right next to me in class. I immediately snapped into action and wooed her with my razor wit and dashing charm. Actually, I didn’t say anything to her as I had effectively psyched myself out. I felt somewhat deflated afterwards. Had this blog taught me nothing? I had done some impressive shit so far and I couldn’t talk to a girl in yoga class??
The thing with me is, if I had never seen her before that day, I probably could’ve easily talked to her. But having seen her around for awhile, made it more of a thing for me. I feel the same way if I’m with friends and they want me to talk to some girl. If they weren’t there, I would be fine. In other words, I think too much. It’s the consequence of having a larger than average brain I guess.
Later that night, I sent an email to my teacher and asked her casually if she knew the girl I was talking about. She wrote back that she did and promised to “find out more information.”
Wait. What did that mean? I didn’t want her to do any unnecessary digging. I just wanted to know if she knew what her situation was. A few days later my teacher wrote back to me and said she asked her about me and she thought I was cute. This was my reaction:
Not because she thought I was cute (that was good). Because I could only imagine how blunt my teacher had been. “Hey, Greg likes you but is too chicken shit to talk to you.” What had they talked about??
I knew the next time I went to class and she was there I would have to talk to her. This had been built up way too much at this point. At least in my head.
So tonight was my class and I sat around and waited and didn’t see her. Class began and I thought I was going to get a pardon. But lo and behold, she walked in and set up near me.
I knew there were no more excuses. We said a few things during class but not much. After class, I just took a deep breath, walked over and introduced myself.
And she was really really sweet. She told me to stop being such a pussy (not in so many words). We talked for about twenty minutes after class. She told me what she and my teacher had talked about. Turned out my teacher was pretty discreet and she had pried the information out of her. We had a nice little laugh about it.
Then things got a little tricky because we got on the subject of writing and she asked if I had a blog. Yes! Yes I do! I blurted out. I can email it to you!
In my enthusiastic haste, I didn’t realize that the first entry she’d see would be about her. Would she be flattered? Or more likely would she think I was a creepy perv?
Probably somewhere in between. I guess, I’ll just have to find out. Here’s the blog entity rearing its sometimes ugly head. SYED, I hate you sometimes.