Dear Hypehouse Letters Forum,
I sat across from this girl in Economics class, and I really think she's the one. Her dark hair, her beautiful eyes, her pale skin and those glasses that let me know she's smart and wouldn't hang around the *****ebags at the Frat house just scream to me that she's the one.
Today we locked eyes, caught in a whirlwind of passion and madness. I awkwardly smiled. She smiled back, I think, or maybe she winsed, and might of had something in her eye. The professor did just tell a joke, so maybe it had nothing to do with me. She wouldn't look at me, that's just silly. Anyways, where was I? Oh yes, the passion and madness. I can just picture her and I on a quiet beach, and she looks up at me and says "hold me burt". Yes, my name is Burt, don't make fun. The guy who played Robin was named Burt and he got laid all the time. I saw, they said so in that made for TV movie about them.
Anyways, today I really worked my game. I waited for the right moment, waited for a good ten minutes. Okay, it was twenty. Then I approached. I shashshayed over, channelling John Wayne, Harrison Ford and Mace Windu, because all the women love Mace Windu, I mean God, he's such a hot Jedi. No, get away bad thoughts. I saw her look up, and her eyes met mine. That's good, because it probably means she didn't notice my psoriasis. In my mind I had it all planned out. I'd walk up, take out my guitar and give my best rendition of "Love Song For No One" by John Mayer. It would be perfect.
Except I don't play guitar.
Instead I went with the safe choice, and awkward murmured "can I borrow your pencil". She looked up at me with her radiant gaze and said "...what? what did you just say".
"Oh, nevermind ha ha ha...I just found one it's cool".
It was cool, I was cool and I did find my pencil, so it worked out great. I don't want to get my hopes up but I went ahead and cancelled all potential plans because we're definitely going out this Friday. Oh yeah.