Wednesday, February 23, 2005


Why am I always so afraid? Why can't I just lean over to the pretty girl who chose to exercise on the ellipitcal trainer next to me and go "after we're done getting sweaty together, how about I buy you a coffee?" Alright. I know why I can't do exactly that, but I could easily ask why the book she brought is just sitting unopened.

Maybe if I knew what I was afraid of. As it is I can't even tell if I'm more afraid of her saying yes or no.

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