Xpression.v2

This is going to bug me unless I get it out, so here I am.

Today, while at work, an absolutely beautiful girl and her friend approached me for help finding a CD. Now, I know what you’re thinking: “But Chris, you never help customers anymore.” This is true, but I do make exceptions for pretty girls, as cliched as that may sound. She was short and had black hair, I couldn’t resist. So, why the journal entry?

Well, it isn’t a secret that I’m not exactly a Casanova over here. I do ok, but nothing to write home about. However, this started off well. Opened with a joke just for the hell of it and went on with it, but fear and anger held me back. Fear? Well, she’s a beautiful girl. Anger? Her annoying friend make a comment about looking in the computer instead of spending time looking through the shelves (1. The computer doesn’t say where it’d be and 2. I wanted to spend as much time as possible, you ass) and I just lost my focus and could only think about how big of a bitch this girl’s friend was.

Man, I fucked that all up, huh? I’ll keep on trying, though. My anger is manageable, I think, but the fear is something that’s harder to over come. I’m not sure where I started letting it guide me, but it’s there and I need to grow the fuck up and break free of it before it’s too late.

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