I’m not used to talking to big crowds. Not even like medium or smaller ones. The only time I’m comfortable speaking in front of a lot of people is when I’m home and they are all imaginary. Heck, you could be imaginary for all I know. Because I feel pretty comfy in here.
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Ever seen a girl with that look on her face, like she’s staring at you intently and you look around to see if there is some other guy she’s looking at? Time slows down and for what feels like a couple of really long seconds, you go through a flawed process of trying to convince yourself she’s not really looking at you; but while doing that, at some point the tide turns and you are quite sure she’s actually into you. It’s that intense look that you don’t know what it means but it kind of seems to you she wants you right now. No! It’s her shoes, you idiot! They’re killing her. She is going through hell at that moment. It’s got nothing to do with you. What are you patting yourself on the back for? Go ahead. Just go ahead ...