Could a single guy resist liking a sweet, brainy, and pretty girl who likes him back?
He can't. He definitely won't. (Unless he's some faggot, which I am not.)
I gained enough insecurity after that two-year heartbreak to be able to say to myself, with a straight face, that I am some insane freak. I can't possibly be likeable.
Of course, insecurity blinds people.
I had a classmate of three years who had qualities every man would like in a girl.
I finally got into thinking: Why didn't I notice this pretty girl in my midst?
So, to keep a very long story short (otherwise, you can't call this a short story), I fell for the girl. Courted her for some time. We got into an understanding that we mutually liked each other. I wrote her a sheer number of letters. I lost all too many pens, in the process.
Yet, some things are never meant to be. I tried my best. I tried my very best. But our would-be relationship never came into existence. We got into bitter differences we never got to settle. I guess, it was just what some would call a rebound.
So, there goes Girl Number Two.
I had this crush, who had a crush on me, too.
She was pretty. She was very smart. She was plain and very demure. She was of aristocratic birth and manners. She was perfect.
But she had dreams to chase, and I had mine. So we had the budding attraction killed before it could grow.
That makes it Girl Number Three.
Could I ever find the girl I could stay with? I was losing hope.
Perhaps, I was the problem. I mean, I got chances with girls of every man's dreams. This time, they liked me. But why don't I ever get it right?
