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Friday, April 5, 2013
out of the way
I went biking this morning to somehow burn three servings of Pancit and a slice of Brazo de Mercedes that i willingly chow down yesterday. I have this unperturbed notion that after biking 4 km i could run two sets around the track field without having to catch my breath. But when i got to CLSU, my tongue is hanging out of my mouth. I
decided (against my desire) to leave plan a and just bike around the campus
(and leave the track field to other fitness freaks). A while later, a good-looking guy in an
unregistered motor cycle ride past me but keep on looking behind his shoulder
at me. And as I biked along, he circled around and approached me and asked me
if the bike I was using was rented. I told him no and that it was mine. We left
it at that... And on my way home I was beating myself that I haven’t done
anything to somehow linger in the conversation.
The opportunity to know and have a new acquaintance--and a guy at that-- presented itself and
I was too bloody shy to even carry out a decent conversation. I should have
done something, anything, to get to know the good-looking guy. What a waste!
And the unforgiving thing about it is that it’s because of me, my own fault, my own lack of self-esteem. At least I have an experience should other similar situation may arise, i have, hopefully, the capacity to execute smoothly whatever discourse might take place.
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