A pretty girl showed interest in me earlier today, and I don't know what to do about it.
"Man I feel like mold. It's
prom night and I am lonely
lo and behold. She's walking
over to me this must be fake.
My lip starts to shake. How
does she know who I am?
And why does she give a
damn about me?"
I was walking to my office in a positive mood. There was a smile plastered all over my face that I could not get rid of because I was feeling so good.
A female coworker crossed paths with me. We had a little moment. Our eyes met. I smiled at her. She smiled at me. The sight of her smile made my smile grow. It was clear to me that she felt the warmth of my smile. I could see excitement in her eyes.
I've seen her around before. She is a tall Mexican chick in her early twenties with a pretty face, long hair, and a fat derriere.
I continued to walk to my work station and got to work.
The next day I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I turned around. It was the girl who I smiled at.
She made a cute little pose. I could feel the estrogen radiating off this bitch. She is really in touch with her femininity.
"Can I use your pen?" she asked me in a girly, flirty voice.
"Sure," I said nervously.
I gave her my pen.
"What is your name?" I asked.
"Alejandra."
I could tell by her whole vibe that she just wanted a reason to talk to me.
Alejandra is really hot and has a lot of ***ual energy -- I could feel that shit. She truly embodies girlishness. It's interesting.
The whole interaction was overwhelming. Truthfully, it was too much action for me. She threw her beauty in my face and I fell apart.
What should I do, you guys? I need advice. I'm bad with women and don't know what to do in this particular situation. Thanks, fellas.
"Man I feel like mold. It's
prom night and I am lonely
lo and behold. She's walking
over to me this must be fake.
My lip starts to shake. How
does she know who I am?
And why does she give a
damn about me?"
I was walking to my office in a positive mood. There was a smile plastered all over my face that I could not get rid of because I was feeling so good.
A female coworker crossed paths with me. We had a little moment. Our eyes met. I smiled at her. She smiled at me. The sight of her smile made my smile grow. It was clear to me that she felt the warmth of my smile. I could see excitement in her eyes.
I've seen her around before. She is a tall Mexican chick in her early twenties with a pretty face, long hair, and a fat derriere.
I continued to walk to my work station and got to work.
The next day I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I turned around. It was the girl who I smiled at.
She made a cute little pose. I could feel the estrogen radiating off this bitch. She is really in touch with her femininity.
"Can I use your pen?" she asked me in a girly, flirty voice.
"Sure," I said nervously.
I gave her my pen.
"What is your name?" I asked.
"Alejandra."
I could tell by her whole vibe that she just wanted a reason to talk to me.
Alejandra is really hot and has a lot of ***ual energy -- I could feel that shit. She truly embodies girlishness. It's interesting.
The whole interaction was overwhelming. Truthfully, it was too much action for me. She threw her beauty in my face and I fell apart.
What should I do, you guys? I need advice. I'm bad with women and don't know what to do in this particular situation. Thanks, fellas.
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