I’m Hopelessly Clueless

So I was at the coffee shop last Friday, and at the next seat and facing me was this pretty girl. So she was alone for a long time, and so was I. And she seemed to be just looking around. So there was me, that was Nightdreamer, and I could hear my chest pumping louder than the coffee blenders of this shop. What did I do? I freaking wrote about her! I wrote about how she had a laughter that my memory would associate as the sound of euphoria. I wrote about how her smile felt like the kind of unrestrained grinning I get when I feel good about my achievements (of which there aren’t many). I wrote about all those cheesy poetry crap that wouldn’t be very out of place when sung by glib musicians trying to pander to teenage girls. You know, these were really productive as opposed to taking initiative and attempting to talk to her.

And then a while ago I got on a bus, and then this pretty lady also got on a bus. So she was wearing a really low cut top. So there was me, that was Nightdreamer, and I can’t decide what was worse: my limited grasp of fashion terminologies, or my tendency to give my eyes secret detours to her… her eyes! We even had eye contact once, and all the time we were shoulder-to-shoulder. And for some reasons she looked at my direction so much I became self-conscious. What did I do? Why, I watched the TV and laughed wryly about this poor kid who was wishing for the president to do something to our country’s education. Because, it’s so important that I evoke a wiseass image! Oh dear!

People who have only been with me in my college days will say "preposterous" after hearing this, but I’m very shy around women. And you know what’s funny? I didn’t use to be like this. I used to be confident, and I wouldn’t hesitate to approach those gorgeous women who are coming down along the road, just to say hi. So I really don’t know why I’ve become so shy around women ever since I’ve graduated. It is true. It’s like after I’ve removed my toga, I’ve also left behind my extroverted self, and have become introverted since then. And this was almost three years ago. Right now, I’m utterly clueless when it comes to trying to open up to one hot mamma that happens to be around the area.

I mean, how exactly do I introduce myself to someone that I find attractive, in ways that would make her remember me, and with her having a lasting positive impressions of me? I’ve always bothered myself with those questions, by my, perhaps, naive notion of if I am to know a girl that girl should definitely keep in touch with me, as opposed to us just delighting in each other’s company today, and then forgetting each other tomorrow. So, idealistic expectations aside, I really want to know how to do the things cool guys can do to last long in the conscious part of a woman’s mind. How do I start? Do I ask something so arbitrary as "do you have a blog?" and then follow that with "I have one, and it’s the Nightdreamer, and it’s sort of cool when the author puts some effort on his writing (not true in this post), and the author also sorts of dig you". Or what? Help!