When it comes to girls there is always that ONE. Just like when you are grating a carrot there is always that kasmall piece that remains in your fingers and only two thing can happen to it.
Either you risk it all and continue grating the kasmall piece hoping you don’t grate your fingers in the process or throw it in the mouth and eat. Either way it gets eaten.
Unfortunately, this piece was never eaten. This piece flew out of my fingers while I was in the process of risking it all and ended up under the cabinet.
By the time I was reaching underneath with my hand an opportunistic giant fat rat had already converted it to dinner.
Let me tell you all about this precious carrot piece that evaded me.
She was gorgeous, 5’8", lightskineed with the most beautiful dipples you have ever seen. I met her when I was in second year but we had ran into each other before in first year but I had not worked up the courage to approach her.
You see. This girl was unique. Despite the fact that she was so beautiful and I do mean beautiful, she mostly kept to herself. This was a positive to me.
I saw her a bunch of times very warm and cordially accepting the friendship of people who would be considered “uncool” - the shagmondos type of people. I was smitten.
This was a girl that ticked all the boxes for me. I had to master up the carriage to talk to her. I was to be a gentleman around her if I was to make her mine.
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I recall we were leaving the last lecture of the day at around 4pm. I remember spending most of the lecture thinking how I would intiate the conversation. I was so focused on that that I did not notice her 1 row infront of me three seats to my right. Close enough to even hear my thoughts.
I felt a shiver run down my nape. In the back of mind, the thought that she was out of my league threatened to put me down even before I got up. I suppressed that.
The lecture ended quite fast and everybody was headed for the door by the time the lecturer had closed the lid of his laptop. I followed hot on the heels of this girl, lets call her stacy.
There was a feebleness in my knees as I stepped up to her but suprisingly my voice was steady as I made my approach.
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She let out a hearty laugh and reached her hand out for a handshake and I took it. “HI Deno?”
“You know my name? At least I don’t have to feel like a stalker now. Your stacy, right?”
“Yeah. How do you know me?”
“Lets say I have been seeing around and I thought how stupid I would feel if I never came up to you and told you that I find you attractive and I would love to go out with you sometime. That time is now.”
By now I was running on pure adrenaline probably relying and reciting words I had heard in some movie somewhere on autopilot. My knees were still weak and I swear I would have fallen over if I attempted to climb a flight of stairs.
“Wow. Are you like this with all the girls.”
“Definately the pretty ones. But there is only one of them and I am talking to her.”
You should have seen the smile on her face. Her dimples had dimples.
That discouraging voice was racking the back of my mind but somehow it was held back by the sheer amount of adrenaline I was running on.
“Hahahaha. I think your cute too. Let me give you my number and we shall see about that date.”
“A date? I should probably ask you to marry me right now too.” I added as I took my phone out.
She smiled and game me a playful punch on the arm. I was in ladies and gentlemen I was in. Confirmation ilikuwa imebakisha tu Supreme Court.
…to be continued
Leo ni Champions League pwana. Forgive any spelling mistakes. I did not proofread and I am typing on the fly.
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