I am not a professional writer. In my opinion, I’m not even a half-decent amateur writer — feel free to comment on an grammatical errors that I make. How else will I learn?
I might have misguided you a bit about why I am blogging. I am not looking for tutors. I feel a need to document my life. Something happened to me a few years ago, something very interesting to some, but a burden to me. I need a way to get this burden out of my system. I guess this is my solution.
Have I made any grammatical errors yet? Please, let me know.
Not too long ago, I went to a bar near my hometown to see the Dresden Dolls play live. They are an awesome band. Look them up, if you like alternative music. There I saw this woman. She was the most beautiful lady that I have ever seen. She had black hair (might have been brown, but it was dark in the club), blue eyes and very fair skin. She had her hair tied back into two pony tails. I really liked the pony tail look, it made her seem playful. Her eyes appeared gigantic and they were shaped perfectly. She was amazing!
Sometimes you see someone and they make your whole body tingle. This happened to me when I saw her. Every move that she made, made me want to hold her. This is a feeling that doesn’t happen often at all, but it happened to me on this night. Sure, you can be attracted to other people; but only a small percentage make you tingle all over. You start to fear that if this person shoots you down, that you will never survive. Your life could be over.
Despite my fear of failure, I would have introduced myself to her immediately. Unfortunately, she had three guys with her. They didn’t seem to be “with” her, but maybe I was too worried that she was a little out of my league. Maybe these three guys were all competing for a chance with this angel. I don’t like to compete for women. Especially, not against three dudes. Still, my heart was beating so heavily. Maybe one of them was “with” her.
I decided that I would just admire her from my post at the bar and I continued to focus my attention to the Dresden Dolls. Occassionally, I would glance over at the woman to see what she was doing. I wouldn’t stare for long because my heart would beat heavier each time. I was really torturing myself. Then she looked back at me. Not just a passing glance. She stopped for about 5 seconds and looked right into my eyes then turned away again. She looked back at me once more in the same fashion. I thought my heart was going to explode in my chest. Then she did it a third time. As she looked into my eyes, I titled my head (like a dog does when they don’t understand you) and crossed my eyes. She smiled at me, walked over and asked, “Why did you make a face at me?” I said, “It just seemed like a good thing to do.” She giggled and our conversation was quickly interrupted by one of her friends. That was the last time that I would pay attention to her the rest of the night. I left wishing that I had spoken to her again.
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I’ll continue the rest of my story in another post. I hope you’ve enjoyed this so far. Come back! I will get much more interesting than this.
