No, I agree. I've never tried also because I end up saying the exact opposite thing of what I should say so I've avoided anything more then being a good acquaintance. Though there is one girl that I wanted to try a relationship with but I was to slow because someone else got to her first, and I don't think she had the same interest in me anyway.
I don't even have a drivers license or ever had a job... I'm pretty lazy.
My hormones were raging. As I looked across the room, nothing fazed my gaze for her. Her beautiful flowing locks, despite being covered in grease attracted me like no other. The room seemed to fade away – no longer could I see Captain Kirk’s face plastered around the room like some sort of cultural revolution, no longer did I notice the cosplayers and fellow fans, no longer did Star Trek even cross my mind; the convention was, although the most important day of my year, worthless once I saw
her.
It felt as if my pounding heart was about to explode out of my chest, and as I reached into my Limited Edition Jean-Luc Picard pants, I could feel my reproductive organ in its most excited state since I wrote my last volume of Harry Potter fanfic erotica. Never in my life had I wanted to perform coitus more. I gulped and began to take baby steps forward. My armpits were getting sweaty; my Invader Zim t-shirt underneath my matching Limited Edition Jean-Luc Picard top was beginning to stick to my body and I could feel my unpopped acne beginning to ooze out unto it. I calmly took out my mp3 player and scrolled to Dream Theater. The perfect, soothing solution to such a situation.
She was now less than fifty feet away from me. I took a puff out of my inhaler and ventured forward. This was going to be the luckiest day in my life. I could still remember the girls in high school who called me a “loser”, but what did they know anyway? They liked guys who couldn’t understand the true essence of Sci-Fi and who couldn’t dress if their life depended on it. This was going to be my chance to prove them wrong, to prove that I, warpped655, could interact with another female human being and that I would make love to this sweet creature.
Twenty feet. My firework was ready to go off. But what’s this? As I looked over to her, I could see another man, a pathetic attempt at a Star Trek fan, with a cheap, ebay-bought Picard costume approaching her at supersonic speed. I froze. My gut told me that competition is a disgusting form of male chauvinism and stereotypical dominance, how could I take another man on? The initial shock feeling was swept over by a sense of relief in my body – as I took a closer look at the girl, I could see that she too, had bought her
non-limited edition Deanna Troi costume from the same ebay supplier as the other pathetic loser that was now beginning to make conversation with her.
What fools, I was too good for her anyway.
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