I promised I wouldn’t write whiny posts but I can’t help it sometimes.  Today I was walking home from my class and this very pretty girl with a very cute beagle was walking towards me on the Rideau Canal.  The beagle stopped by me, I reached down to pet it and it skitted away.  We shared a laugh and I… didn’t… say… anything.  Was there a spark?  Probably not, but I’m getting tired of wondering what could have come out of these moments.

Every time this happens I promise myself that next time will be different.  But I guess I have to admit it.  Pretty girls charm me right out of my ability to think.  I get nervous that all I’ll end up saying is something along the lines of, “Uh… I … Uh, like your face.  Woops, I mean your dog”.  So clearly I’m a doofus when it comes to girls.  It certainly explains a lot.