I have
never spoken to a guy before, except in situations where it's necessary (i.e. regarding essays due, exams, or something else which is work-related).
Not only that, I haven't ever hugged, kissed or gotten comfy with the opposite gender (and I shouldn't, at the impressionable age of 16)
- I tend to brush them off whenever they
try getting close to me because I don't deem them fit (not the British equivalent of 'hot'
) enough to.
They usually also fail to hold a striking conversation with me. I mean, two minutes is more than enough to do so, right?
This dude (whom I see three times a week) has an absolutely great sense of humour, refrains from balderdash most (or all) of the time, and to top it up, he knows his priorities.
He has no social media accounts, is in the library studying his butt off whenever he has a free, and keeps his friendship group small.
In terms of looks, he's below average, but I don't care about that; I'm flawed myself.
Long story short, I tried to talk to him yesterday. I suggested he read a particular poem (which I was convinced he would be able to relate to) and noted it down on a piece of paper for him. Whilst handing him the piece of paper I had torn from my notebook, my hand began to shake rather uncontrollably.
He saw this, but didn't comment on it, spontaneously reaching out for the paper I held out to him, "Thank you very much". In response, he did the same - tore a piece of paper from his adorable notebook, noted a poem and handed it to me.
Quite surprised, I was.
Today, I asked him whether he had read what I suggested, and he replied with, "I loved it".
I guess all I'm asking is, what now?