Oh.... geez. Well, that was enjoyable. A real barrel of monkeys, that one...
Was it a spur of the moment? Considering I'd just drunk about half a liter of soda, a heart-burn inducing cheeseburger, and the almighty Wetzel Pretzel, yeah, the endorphins could've caused it as well. Was it lust? No, I can't really call it that. It's not the right word to use to describe the feeling... Was it desperation? More than anything, I think.
I didn't even think I was going to go in. I didn't even think he was going to pull into the parking lot, but lo and behold, there was that right turn, and I suddenly didn't know what to do. The scenario that I had pictured a thousand times in my head was about to actually happen... and I just wanted to run. I just wanted to say, "Oh no, it's fine, we can just go home." But I didn't. I walked into the store, grabbed the Pepsi, and there she was. And I swear I died. I swear I could've just had a heart-attack right there... considering what I ate, it was possible.
So I almost got into a line... and then left. I almost went into another line... and left again. I grabbed things I didn't need, spent money I shouldn't have, and left the store feeling anxious and like I was about to throw up. The fact that I was practically sprinting around the store obviously didn't make me any more noticeable. Oh no, there's no way she noticed me...
Shit, you'd have to be blind not to notice me.
I don't know why I did it, at least not clearly. The minute I saw her, I got the automatic "fight or flight" reflex... and I fled. I couldn't face her, I wasn't going to go there and live out my fantasy. Instead, I ran around the store like a mouse for ten minutes. Whether or not I'm going back there really depends on my mood. After an experience like this... well...
People who don't know the story won't understand how scared I was. People who do know the story should be more than aware of how scared I was.
And I don't even like Pepsi.
Was it a spur of the moment? Considering I'd just drunk about half a liter of soda, a heart-burn inducing cheeseburger, and the almighty Wetzel Pretzel, yeah, the endorphins could've caused it as well. Was it lust? No, I can't really call it that. It's not the right word to use to describe the feeling... Was it desperation? More than anything, I think.
I didn't even think I was going to go in. I didn't even think he was going to pull into the parking lot, but lo and behold, there was that right turn, and I suddenly didn't know what to do. The scenario that I had pictured a thousand times in my head was about to actually happen... and I just wanted to run. I just wanted to say, "Oh no, it's fine, we can just go home." But I didn't. I walked into the store, grabbed the Pepsi, and there she was. And I swear I died. I swear I could've just had a heart-attack right there... considering what I ate, it was possible.
So I almost got into a line... and then left. I almost went into another line... and left again. I grabbed things I didn't need, spent money I shouldn't have, and left the store feeling anxious and like I was about to throw up. The fact that I was practically sprinting around the store obviously didn't make me any more noticeable. Oh no, there's no way she noticed me...
Shit, you'd have to be blind not to notice me.
I don't know why I did it, at least not clearly. The minute I saw her, I got the automatic "fight or flight" reflex... and I fled. I couldn't face her, I wasn't going to go there and live out my fantasy. Instead, I ran around the store like a mouse for ten minutes. Whether or not I'm going back there really depends on my mood. After an experience like this... well...
People who don't know the story won't understand how scared I was. People who do know the story should be more than aware of how scared I was.
And I don't even like Pepsi.
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