Dreams of a Virgin

WORKING TOWARD A DREAM

Have you ever wanted to ask someone at work out but were too afraid of what would happen if she said no? Well, what would you do if she asked you?

For months, I have had my eyes on Kimberly. I can describe her without giving her a second look. Long brown hair. Brown eyes. Petite. Very nicely dressed. Very friendly.

About six months ago, she started working here. Although she worked in a different department, I saw her every day. I fell in love the first time my eyes gazed on her. I couldn't wait until eleven o'clock to go to lunch just to pass by her again.

That was just it. I would pass by her. Nothing else. I had to get up the courage to say 'Hi' to her. For weeks, I tried. When I opened my mouth, only air came out. I thought, "What's wrong with you? Two little letters. H. I. Hi. That's it. Why can't you say that to her?" Finally one day, she caught my stare. She reacted.

"Hi."

"Uhh. Ahh."

I walked by. I couldn't talk to her. She looked back, wondering, "What's wrong with that guy?" I could tell by the expression on her face. I was so embarrassed. Now she'd never give me the time of day. That didn't stop me. I vowed that one day I would talk to her.

A week passed, and I tried again. Still, I couldn't get the words out. I would still look in her general direction, but my voice was mute. Finally, I did respond to her. I passed by her, and she said, "Hi there."

"Uhh. Hi."

I did it. I spoke to her. Now was that so bad? No, it wasn't. Now to get more than 'Hi' out. I had worked with her for four months, and all I've said to her was 'Hi'. What else could I say to her?

Then, one day, I had to take a late lunch. By coincidence, it was the same time that she took lunch. I usually sit by myself. For some reason, Kimberly sat at my table today.

"Hi."

"Hi", I said under my voice.

"My name's Kimberly. What's yours?"

"Jeff."

"So, you busy down there today?"

"Yeah."

"Not very talkative, are we?"

"No."

"C'mon. I don't bite."

"I know."

"So, what do you do here?"

"Key some stuff."

"Well, nice talking to you."

"Okay."

I blew it. My one chance to talk to her, and I choked. She'd never want to talk to me again. What a first impression! My only chance at redemption was to talk to her. I tried, but I couldn't. For three weeks, I tried with little success. I figured that with all the guys she worked with, why would she waste her time with me?

Again, I took a late lunch. Again, I sat alone. Again, she sat with me.

"Hi, Jeff."

"Hi."

"I've noticed you noticing me."

"Well, yeah."

"Well, I've noticed you too."

"You have?"

"Yeah. I think you're kinda cute."

"You do?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I think you're cute too."

"Thanks. So, are you seeing anyone?"