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"Group of Sexy Lady"
I wasn't quite sure it was she who had rocked my world away. I remembered how she looked like in my dreams....well for probably 2 weeks by now. But in reality...this girl...was somehow...looked better than in my dreams.
One stare, two stare, three stares.............ten stares. It apparently should have been her! Though my eyes could have made illusions to satisfy my desire to see her, I believe my heart doesn't lie to me as it pounds faster and faster every other second.
And it took pretty sometime before I realize it was actually her...and now the world time began to run in slow motion and the colors turn grey again. My heart beat faster and louder, my eyes growing wider and wider.
The only reaction different from like 2 weeks ago was that, last time I stood still shell-shocked as she walked away. This time at least my body was not idle. My predatory instincts took over me after I kinda stay still almost like a passed out guy. It's like on auto-pilot mode and once I could get hold of myself, I found out that I was sitting at a table just beside them in a food shop.
It wasn't like the same old me, who if I target someone, I'll just go down and have a nice chat with particular in mind. You might be surprised how can I just go in and talk with no game plan or script. Well, it's best to say that if luck is on our side, we'll be able to talk and get acquainted. No matter how well the game plan or script, if it doesn't work, it doesn't. So it's best to give a natural shot...That's my nature in my flirting.
But for her it was something different.
"Every thought of talking to her made me shy. Every voice I heard from her made me blush. I was just not acting like my natural me!! That's might be when that she may be my special one!"
The next thing I knew was that they were about to finish their lunch and......dude......I haven't even started a move... That's kinda sucks for someone whose flirting experience is not of novice. Just had to admit at that moment my body was cold and my mouth was null. I just simply can't do anything at all.
Luckily the last words I hear from the gang before they left was...
Girl A: You know, from tomorrow onwards we got practice every evening.
Girl B: For what la?
Girl A: For the cheerleader tournament la.
My Target: Are we all forced to practice.
Girl A: Yeah, of course. Besides we're the best looking ones.
Girl B: Ya...the team's gonna be dull without us.
My Target: I don't like the feeling about everyday practice.
Girl A: Com'on. As if you got anything more entertaining to do.
My Target: I'm just afraid we're be targeted by those flirty eyes of men.
Girl B: That's unavoidable.
Girl A: Ya....better with eyes staring than no one staring.
Girl B: Second to the thought.
My Target: K....Guess see you tomorrow.
Girl A: Ya...in front of E Building la.
Girl B: Bye.
And when they finally left, I knew I'll get the chance to see her again now, since they'll be practicing cheerleader moves every evening in front of my faculty. Such a DREAM come true!!!
One stare, two stare, three stares.............ten stares. It apparently should have been her! Though my eyes could have made illusions to satisfy my desire to see her, I believe my heart doesn't lie to me as it pounds faster and faster every other second.
And it took pretty sometime before I realize it was actually her...and now the world time began to run in slow motion and the colors turn grey again. My heart beat faster and louder, my eyes growing wider and wider.
The only reaction different from like 2 weeks ago was that, last time I stood still shell-shocked as she walked away. This time at least my body was not idle. My predatory instincts took over me after I kinda stay still almost like a passed out guy. It's like on auto-pilot mode and once I could get hold of myself, I found out that I was sitting at a table just beside them in a food shop.
It wasn't like the same old me, who if I target someone, I'll just go down and have a nice chat with particular in mind. You might be surprised how can I just go in and talk with no game plan or script. Well, it's best to say that if luck is on our side, we'll be able to talk and get acquainted. No matter how well the game plan or script, if it doesn't work, it doesn't. So it's best to give a natural shot...That's my nature in my flirting.
But for her it was something different.
"Every thought of talking to her made me shy. Every voice I heard from her made me blush. I was just not acting like my natural me!! That's might be when that she may be my special one!"
The next thing I knew was that they were about to finish their lunch and......dude......I haven't even started a move... That's kinda sucks for someone whose flirting experience is not of novice. Just had to admit at that moment my body was cold and my mouth was null. I just simply can't do anything at all.
Luckily the last words I hear from the gang before they left was...
Girl A: You know, from tomorrow onwards we got practice every evening.
Girl B: For what la?
Girl A: For the cheerleader tournament la.
My Target: Are we all forced to practice.
Girl A: Yeah, of course. Besides we're the best looking ones.
Girl B: Ya...the team's gonna be dull without us.
My Target: I don't like the feeling about everyday practice.
Girl A: Com'on. As if you got anything more entertaining to do.
My Target: I'm just afraid we're be targeted by those flirty eyes of men.
Girl B: That's unavoidable.
Girl A: Ya....better with eyes staring than no one staring.
Girl B: Second to the thought.
My Target: K....Guess see you tomorrow.
Girl A: Ya...in front of E Building la.
Girl B: Bye.
And when they finally left, I knew I'll get the chance to see her again now, since they'll be practicing cheerleader moves every evening in front of my faculty. Such a DREAM come true!!!
