People often say I'm charming - people who are older than me, and smile at me like they're toothless old people and I'm a baby in a crib. Or they sort of... stare. From across the room. For prolonged periods. Young people, however, are utterly oblivious. I'd smack them but I won't.
I've had the chance to chat a few souls up, souls that I was fanatically dedicated to, but those chances were flouted out of cowardice. The cursed status quo! Blegh. So I usually keep my distance. Grin when talked to. Nod enthusiastically. Try and say 'god i love you' with my eyes. Doesn't work.
Whenever I see the northern Italian waitress who I adore - not necessarily in a romantic way but with an artiste's appreciation - I am
exactly like this:
Pathetic. I want to write her a song and scream it out during her shift while stylishly clinching a guitar. Failing that, I want to tell her she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life and that I hope that she never settles for anyone who doesn't deserve her. A bit creepy, that. Especially since I'm just the outwardly dull, half-deaf weirdo who drinks her coffee and smiles at her too much... from across the room... for prolonged periods...
Sigh.
But when I eventually initiate Stud Mode, I am going to be myself all the way. Wouldn't want them to think that I have a genuinely shy personality, and that once acquaintance-ship is pierced that I'll be the bashful type forevermore. Hah! Biff Tanner is closer to the mark.
So yes. It goes like this: bashful > awkward and difficult to understand > anxious > mentally snapping, being fucking insane and hyperactive > comfortable > draping feet over prospective mate > hugging them out of nowhere and choking them with every opportunity > killing them and storing them in a jar of vinegar so I can look at them all day. The circle of love... ah!