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Posted: Jan 30 2008, 10:01 PM
Member No.: 2
Joined: 18-November 07
She was in his economics class. He could hardly believe his luck. He'd been writing a list of things he needed to do that week, waiting for class to start, when he looked up and there she was, laughing at something her very attractive friend had said. But Connor hardly gave the other girl a second glance. He was blinded by the blond goddess standing in the doorway.
She caught him looking, gave him the once over and shrugged. She whispered something to her friend and they both laughed, and Connor, ears red, turned to face the board, sure that he had blown it. Was he some stupid high school kid again, staring at a pretty girl? He was furious with himself. He was a college man now, and here he was acting like a child.
He was glad he looked good, at least. He had expensive new clothes, a black turtleneck and black pants, a nice haircut, and new glasses. Sure, it had cost quite a bit of his hard earned money but it was worth the admiring glances he got. He may not be rich, yet, but he wanted to look the part. Take yourself seriously and others will too.
He'd show the goddess he wasn't a kid. He just had to figure out how to do it.
Posted: Feb 1 2008, 12:31 PM
Member No.: 8
Joined: 27-November 07
Conner, Conner, Conner! When will you learn that clothes don't make the man?
I want to die peacefully, in my sleep, like my grandfather...
Not screaming in fear, like his passengers.
~ Anonymous ~