College. It's my third year, and there is still no sign of enjoyment from the big picture. Yes, I'm killing my classes; well my English classes anyways. Being a (lonely) hopeless romantic makes it easy though. It's really too bad being an academic doesn't receive the same praise being a rock-star or, you know, just about anything else does.
It's the same amount of work, isn't it? Where are the flocks of breathtaking women screaming my name and throwing their underwear at me for no particular gain after I exit class? Why can I walk out of a classroom after acing a test, and not be blinded by flashbulbs? I guess I don't do anything that most other people don't do. How will I ever find a girl, if there are a thousand other guys -
Just. Like. Me.
Sophie Fox. I've always had a thing for girls with shape, I mean real shape, and Sophie Fox epitomizes that. A tall order of beautiful soft tan skin, a thin waist, and hips that would cause Kim Kardashian to sob on sight, and Heidi Montag to call her plastic surgeon immediately. She's unbelievable. Every single inch of her, from head to toe, is absolute perfection. Her inviting lips and curious smile are only matched by dreamy blue eyes with a light yellow ring circling around their center. As if she isn't gorgeous enough, everytime you hear her speak you want to fall asleep in her arms due to her easing foreign accent.
And no, I didn't forget about her personality.
She's brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. No, she's not just a "grade getter" (although she is a straight A student). She has traveled, I would even say conquered, most of the world. When she walks into a room she instantly gathers everyone's hearts in her hands with breathtaking smiles, ludicrous stories, and a laugh that would make Conor Oberst smile. She's perfect. Just perfect. No, not Baywatch or Laguna Beach perfect. She can be found dancing crazily, letting her hair loose, and singing random songs (often with wrong lyrics) throughout the day. She couldn't care less what people think of her, and I wouldn't have her any other way.
If only it mattered how I would "have" her. I wish I could count every freckle and trace every outline with my ink stained fingertips, but I know I won't. She's Sophie Fox for god's sake.
I'm infatuated. I know, maybe even in too deep. Don't worry though, dear readers, I know a girl thats out of my league when I see one. A girl like that? She's got too much going on. She doesn't have time for boys, especially boys like me.
I'm a little lost and I know I'm not the only guy, or girl, who has ever been in this situation, but it sure as hell feels like it right now. Maybe someday it will be my time to fly.
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You sound exactly like 95% of my deplorable patients but since I'm not technically your doctor I'll tell you what I've always wanted to tell them when they cry to me about their love lives - If you want someone who is obviously too good for you, just give it up and move on. Stop thinking about them! You're obviously ugly, lacking any form of charisma, and telling from your post you are a complete and utter dweeb. If you're concerned about the painful side effects of mentally detaching, resort to alcohol, or I'd be happy to prescribe you some Xanax. Check with your health insurance to see if my office accepts it.
ReplyDeleteGood day.
Kid, I'll tell you this because I don't think you have a shot, with this one or any of them. She's hot, I get it. But if you feel yourself making changes for a woman, you're already losing what makes you a man. It's not worth it, believe me.
ReplyDeleteSometimes the best ones come when you don't expect it.... Motherly advice, I know. I'm practicing.
ReplyDeleteSeriously, open your eyes. The first isn't always the best. While they stick around in your mind, if you just glance ahead, you will soon be happier. Good luck, kiddo.