Hitless

I need to unload something: The way I behave in bars (not “singles bars,” just any bars).

1) See girl I sort of like.
2) Circle around her, almost about to say something.
3) Realize I’ve circled around her without saying anything and now probably seem creepy.
4) Depart.

What I really despise about this behavior is how mundane it is. Really, who isn’t awkward when trying to strike up conversations with the opposite sex? As weird as I am, can’t I be weird about that and maybe subtract out the nervousness that grips you normal, well-adjusted folk?

I choose to interpret this as my subconscious preventing me from building relationships I am – still! – not ready for.

Hm, bleak. Have a nice Sunday!