Woefully socially inept
Oct. 24th, 2008 03:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brb_evilSo, I was out shopping with Paisley and we went to the Old Quebec mall or wgatever the devil it's called for a drink in a cafe. On our way out, I see a guy walk past me. He is wearing black skinny jeans, a blue dress shirt, a navy blue argyle sweater vest and a frock-coat (essentially) that is orange plaid.
"Oh my god," I say to Paisley. "That guy is my fashion hero."
"You should tell him that," jokes Paisley.
"I would, only he's just gone into that store," I say to Paisley. "I'm not going to follow him. That would be creepy!" So we walk out of the store and to the corner to wait for the light to change so we can cross and get our bus. And he comes out of the mall, straight towards us, obviously wanting to cross as well!
So I say to him emphatically, "You are my FASHION HERO." He looks shyly pleased and says, "Thanks." I realise now that he's got the sort of smile I really like in a guy. He holds out his hand, "Hi," he says. "I'm Charles."
"I'm Leah," I say, shaking his hand. Then, I can't think of anything else to say. Honestly. Loss for words. Clearly, he wants to keep talking because he's introduced himself but I honestly have no clue where to go after a whimsical introduction. So I smile kind of nervously back at him and sort of flee after Paisley across the road.
He gets on the same bus as us too, due to also going to Guelph, apparently. He is sitting somewhat further foward than us and I spent the whole bus trip trying to think of something to say when we get off at the same place, but am left completely stumped. We get off at pretty much the same time and nothing.
How do people do this?
I think this is probably why I don't meet guys. Or have ever had a boyfriend. Oh well. He was cute in a sort of indie way, with floppy brown hair and indie glasses.
Maybe I'll learn how to do things someday? I wish I had my mum's skill of easily talking about nothing for ages.
"Oh my god," I say to Paisley. "That guy is my fashion hero."
"You should tell him that," jokes Paisley.
"I would, only he's just gone into that store," I say to Paisley. "I'm not going to follow him. That would be creepy!" So we walk out of the store and to the corner to wait for the light to change so we can cross and get our bus. And he comes out of the mall, straight towards us, obviously wanting to cross as well!
So I say to him emphatically, "You are my FASHION HERO." He looks shyly pleased and says, "Thanks." I realise now that he's got the sort of smile I really like in a guy. He holds out his hand, "Hi," he says. "I'm Charles."
"I'm Leah," I say, shaking his hand. Then, I can't think of anything else to say. Honestly. Loss for words. Clearly, he wants to keep talking because he's introduced himself but I honestly have no clue where to go after a whimsical introduction. So I smile kind of nervously back at him and sort of flee after Paisley across the road.
He gets on the same bus as us too, due to also going to Guelph, apparently. He is sitting somewhat further foward than us and I spent the whole bus trip trying to think of something to say when we get off at the same place, but am left completely stumped. We get off at pretty much the same time and nothing.
How do people do this?
I think this is probably why I don't meet guys. Or have ever had a boyfriend. Oh well. He was cute in a sort of indie way, with floppy brown hair and indie glasses.
Maybe I'll learn how to do things someday? I wish I had my mum's skill of easily talking about nothing for ages.
