I saw him standing there,
Not tall but he was fare.
Black jacket and orange hat,
I felt as if I was about to fall flat.
What was it about him?
He defiantly wasn't like my last boy named Jim.
He looked my way,
Saying a calm "Hey."
I froze,
Not sure what he knows,
About me.
Did he hear about my 5 cats?
Does he know my social stats?
Does he think I am bizarre?
Does he know that I cant play guitar?
I don't know what to do,
Suddenly he says "Whats up with you?"
I feel my cheeks warming up,
Forcing out an awkward "Sup,"
He chuckles,
As I bend my knuckles.
****, he was cute,
How could I ever shoot,
for a guy like him?
We chat for awhile,
Letting myself back into my normal style.
No longer nervous or scared,
As I felt as if he really cared.
Maybe this could actually work,
So far he isn't much of a ****.
I guess it is worth a try,
He doesn't seem like such a bad guy.
Maybe in a month or two,
Maybe i will come through,
And ask him out,
Who knows what route,
We will take.