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so i dont know if anyone has ever known someone that no matter how hard you tried they just seemed to have a way of
tying up your tongue and making you feel inadequate in every way just by their mere presence. even if conciously you
knew that the only thing that was stopping you from being just a friend was yourself, theres still almost an element
of fun in the experience. and for that i thank my physical science girl. i wont drop any names but man oh man i was
smitten at the sight of her. she wore skate shoes and had a really cute face and was really quiet and seemed really
sweet like unto saccharine. ive always just wanted to be with someone who was kind, someone who built me up,
made me better. but thats beside the point...

see i was taking physical science class my freshman year of college and it wasnt till a week or two into the school
year when i even saw her, but when i did, it hit me like a ton of bricks. she was just so much my style which at the
time was girls who had cute faces and wore skate shoes. hoodies were a plus. and i dont know what it was about her
but it was ridiculous. I COULD NOT TALK to this girl for the life of me. the first time i tried was when we were
leaving class and so first i convinced myself it was no big deal, shes just a girl. im just going to talk to her
and its not going to be a big deal at all. i was ready. i was calm. i was smooth. i was drew. here i go. i slyly
sidled up alongside her as we filed our way out of the classroom and looked over at her right as i came up next to
her. she started to look over and i automatically felt the exhilaration of success...houston we have made contact.
i was talking to the girl of my dreams. what a swell guy i am!

hi i said, hows it going? she looked down and kind of blushed and quietly replied with a small whisper and a smile, hi.

oh my goodness drew, that is the singlemost most beautiful thing you have ever seen in your life. what are you
going to do? either this is the girl of your dreams or she has practiced to perfection the mannerisms of being
the cutest girl in the entire world. what are you going to do next? you just said hi. what next? why is your
face getting red and flushed? open your mouth drew. drew! open your mouth! okay now say something. why is no
sound is coming out? oh my gosh why are you so embarrassed? drew make a sound! no sound is coming out?!? well
then do something quick! hide yourself. quick! abscond thyself whilst you still may save thy face! quick
brother! retreat! fall back! quickly fall back and hide thy shame and the embarrassment from thy face!!!

i dont even know how to explain what happened. i was embarrassed for weeks on end. thats the thing with
procrastination. time flies, if you dont take advantage of the now, tomorrow could be more than just tomorrow...
but i bided my time and time went by fast. it wasnt like i didnt think about it everyday. i did. every single
day i planned a way to talk to her. i just couldnt, you know how it is, you have to pretend like its a
coincidence and hope they walk the right way or maybe theyll sit next to you...

sit next to me? was that possible? could she do that? no. no thats impossible. let me tell you brothers and sister.
ANYTHING is possible. ANYTHING. i was just sitting there doing homework for another class while i was in physical
science class and all of the sudden she was sitting two seats away from me. and shes asking to borrow a pen! what
is this? torture? oh dear sweet lord above what have I done to deserve this? I can give her a pen but i cant look
at her its too embarrassing! she knows all about my undying love for her! she can see into my soul! and she knows
im scared! she must know these things! yet i sat for the rest of the class period immobilized and desperately
trying to think of something to say. she had comer to me! i must make an effort to talk to her! i had no excuses
now. here was my chance! I looked over at her paper and caught her name. the song disco 2000 had an entirely new
meaning now that my physical science girl had come into my life.

the class went by slowly but after half an hour i had forgotten she was by my side, so well forgotten that without
thinking about it i casually asked her to repeat what the professor had just said because i didnt catch it all.
I stopped dead in my tracks totally shocked into submissive silence. did i just do that? how did i just do that? now
that i was aware of myself there was no way i would be able to continue any conversation whatsoever. so she recited
back to me what the professor had said and then sat back in her seat and kept taking notes...and i did too. and
then class got over and she gathered up her books and walked out of class...

drew this is getting really ridiculous, one, i dont believe that you made into a mute by anyone, girl or boy.
and two, whats the point of this story if you never talked to her? This is going nowhere. there is no climax.
your characters dont develop, you have no ability to follow any cohesive narrative structure amongst all your
ramblings...okay. okay. so i never really talked to her. but there IS a CLIMAX. and here it is...

swiftly after the second encounter upon seeing her. i quickly came to the conclusion that there was no possible way
of talking to her. i was physically incapable of doing so. but it didnt eliminate other forms of communication!

A love letter (French: billet doux) is a popular way to express feelings of love in written form. Sometimes sent
in the mail, and increasingly, by electronic mail. The letter may comprise anything from a short and simple message
of love to a lengthy explanation of feelings.

Sometimes letters are more preferable than face-to-face contact, because they can be written when and as the
thoughts come to the author. This allows an expression of feelings that may not otherwise come to hand orally
in the objects presence. Further, expressing strong emotional feelings to paper or some other permanent form
can be an expression within itself of desire and the importance of the object and the subject matter. The expression
of feelings may be made to an existing love or in the hope of establishing a new relationship.

this definition courtesy of wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love_letter

so obviously, a love letter or love note as i so lovingly call it would be an alternative to spoken attempts of
communication. and let me tell YOU dear reader that despite my ability to spin off rhymes like that girl who spins
gold in that one fairy tale i forget the name of...well i spent hours poring over the poem that i wrote for my
physical science princess. hours and hours getting the poem just right. i made it short but sweet and to the point.
concise and and clear but clever. fair and true by all regards and wholeheartedly sincere. it was a poem worthy of
recognition by all poets of all time. i believe i made the in depth analogy of how she should be careful with my heart,
if it were an egg id hope shed use a protective mitt so that it would not break within her hands. i left within the
love note my phone number so that she could reach me and we could hopefully get to know each other better and i will tell
you right now my dear reader that i did take that note with me to my physical science class and when the class was
dismissed i did boldly walk right up to her and spake the words, here this is for you. i handed her the note with my
trembling hands and i walked quickly away for fear of fainting then and there so great was my fear and so boldly like
unto a courageous soldier or knight in olden times facing a big red dragon did i face my fears. and i gave her the
note with the poem and my number and my undying expression of love and affection.

it wasnt till a few days later when i was in my room and the phone rang, and my roomate jesse answered it, he spoke
in some muffled tones and then hung up. attempting to be casual, i came into the kitchen and asked, who was it?
he looked a bit surprised and said, oh i didnt know you were here, it was some girl for you. she said that she
knew you from science class or something...

WHAT!?! i cried, no really, i cried. i started crying right then and there. I was so angry and i was so sad, i was
so close and then my stupid roomate had to ruin EVERYTHING by totally screwing things up by not taking a message or
getting a number or anything! i couldnt believe this. there had to be more. it couldnt just end like this.
school was almost over! it couldnt....

just kidding he said as he walked past me and down the hall...what? i said. i was just kidding he said as a
sadistic smile slowly crept over his face and vanished as he continued to turn the corner into his room. to be honest,
i never saw the physical science girl ever again since the day i gave her the note. but you cant win em all.

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