(Short Story) - From shy, to overly confident and then, a realization
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(Short Story) - From shy, to overly confident and then, a realization
I am shy, I don’t know how to approach the opposite sex
But that’s okay, I want them to approach me, and get to know me for who I am
I may not be the best looking, nor am I very fit
But it’s all about personality, right?
I look with a slight envy at all the beauties coming by, silently hoping they would give a look my way
But every time they do, I am too shy to meet their eyes
I don’t truly know whether they do
But that’s okay, because eventually, one will approach me, one who cares for who I am
Oh, one has approached me, fit as a fiddle
Her body so well made, her hair flowing in the wind
Her speech is impeccable, her attitude that of an angel
We discuss and see eye to eye, I want her to be my companion
But oh no! She won’t take me for a significant other
Says our friendship is worth so much more
What a load of bullshit, she doesn’t know what she’s missing.
Off I go on the internet, to look at pretty naked girls
With my trusty hand as my partner
Oh, another has approached me, but look at her
She doesn’t take care of herself, her hair in tangles, her body disproportionate
Too skinny, too fat, not altogether right for my liking,
She is good conversation, seems to have a head on her shoulders
But I rather not, she would make for a good friend.
Another loss today, back to the internet, I hear a new star got naughty
The things I’d do to her…
I don’t understand, perhaps it is the way I look, or the way I am guess I must improve some things
Regulate my diet, exercise everyday
Read books, learn science, philosophy, and build confidence in myself.
A good 6 months passed
And look at me, I am pretty fit
My muscles finally showing signs of appearance, my body better proportionate
My face and hair oxidized by constant effort
I can finally consider myself handsome
I walk on the streets, with a confidence elevated
Go to bars, and to clubs, some ladies seem to be shooting me looks
But why won’t they come forward, should I make the move?
No, because I am me, I became interesting, they must find out for themselves
I am a lion, I am a falcon, I may not be able to look at them straight in the eyes
But that’s okay, I know I look good, they know it too.
Oh look, another has approached me
Pretty average, nothing too special
Seems too shy to say things straight
And I don’t know how to reply
But that’s okay, it’s all on her to do things right
Because I am not a wolf, I am a noble steed
To get to know me, you have to dig deeper, I am an ocean of knowledge and charm.
I am not altogether interested,
Though I am much more in the fine redhead woman I notice all the men are staring at
Seems to be ignoring me, turning away from me, guess that’s her loss.
Tonight, we exercise more, and end the night with Nina Mercedez.
Still, why won’t any woman come to me?
I am not altogether picky
I want one who is nice, cooks well, speaks well, isn’t afraid to say what’s on her mind and go into action
Is that so hard to find?
Perhaps I must improve further, make myself more of a catch.
Take classes of literature, psychology, astrophysics the art of debate
Make a regiment even harsher on my body for improvement
Now look at me, 3 months down the line
My body rippling with muscles, my body so perfectly proportionate
I am one, tight, good looking foxy tiger.
I walk down the streets, once more, confidence in my posture
Still can’t look at woman in the eyes
But why should I have to?
I am a man amongst men
With knowledge and power in my mind and body
I go around to places, looking and looking for one who wants me
They all seem to give me looks, but can’t seem to give it back
A number of them approached me, all better looking than any of the ones I had before
But it seems they aren’t interested in my personality so much as my body
I could get any of them in bed, at any time
But I won’t, I am much higher than that
I can control my instincts and my urges
Because I am a Don Juan, I know what I want
I want that woman over there, that I saw 3 to 4 months prior
Beautiful electric blue eyes
Flashing bright red hair
The face of my dreams
The body I so craved
I bet she lifts
I want to get to know her personality
But somehow, I can’t get myself to…she gives me a look,
I hold the stare for a couple of seconds, but then quickly look away
It seems I can’t look upon her quite yet
But I’ve done my utmost to be the me I am today
What else could I be missing?
Should I keep telling myself that it’s all upon them?
When swerves of men come to her everyday, craving her like a trophy?
No more, no more of that baseless confidence
No more of the online naked hotties nor of my trusty hand partner
If I want this one, I’m going to have to work for it.
I know I can attract, but I must show my personality to that one
The slight smile she gave me, was all the hints I needed to move forward
I go up to her, and show myself bare
Say hello, and instinctively go right up to her face
Look at her straight in the eyes, propose we sit and talk
Lay it all bare on the table, tell her who I am and where I’m from
Ask her to tell me about herself
She tells me the most interesting stories
I reciprocate with the same
Eventually we go on a few dates, and talk some more
Until one day I confess to her that I noticed her much before, say 3 to 4 months prior
I don’t know what to expect for an answer
And to my surprise, she tells me she noticed me as well,
But was too shy to look me straight in the eyes
And in her baseless confidence, told herself it would be my loss
So she worked and worked and worked at it until she was full of confidence,
And that now all the men wanted her, but that somehow I came out of the pack and she remembered me
I was gaping…I was at once so happy and so surprised…that it made me realize
That all that work…all that absorption of knowledge
Was just so I could speak to her
And that she did the same for me
I wondered how she thought of herself before
Was she much the same as I was?
Perhaps, perhaps not
I know it wasn’t all for naught, I have changed myself for the better
But somehow, I feel that if I had improved on my personality
Perhaps my eyes would have opened sooner.
-Axel Seven
But that’s okay, I want them to approach me, and get to know me for who I am
I may not be the best looking, nor am I very fit
But it’s all about personality, right?
I look with a slight envy at all the beauties coming by, silently hoping they would give a look my way
But every time they do, I am too shy to meet their eyes
I don’t truly know whether they do
But that’s okay, because eventually, one will approach me, one who cares for who I am
Oh, one has approached me, fit as a fiddle
Her body so well made, her hair flowing in the wind
Her speech is impeccable, her attitude that of an angel
We discuss and see eye to eye, I want her to be my companion
But oh no! She won’t take me for a significant other
Says our friendship is worth so much more
What a load of bullshit, she doesn’t know what she’s missing.
Off I go on the internet, to look at pretty naked girls
With my trusty hand as my partner
Oh, another has approached me, but look at her
She doesn’t take care of herself, her hair in tangles, her body disproportionate
Too skinny, too fat, not altogether right for my liking,
She is good conversation, seems to have a head on her shoulders
But I rather not, she would make for a good friend.
Another loss today, back to the internet, I hear a new star got naughty
The things I’d do to her…
I don’t understand, perhaps it is the way I look, or the way I am guess I must improve some things
Regulate my diet, exercise everyday
Read books, learn science, philosophy, and build confidence in myself.
A good 6 months passed
And look at me, I am pretty fit
My muscles finally showing signs of appearance, my body better proportionate
My face and hair oxidized by constant effort
I can finally consider myself handsome
I walk on the streets, with a confidence elevated
Go to bars, and to clubs, some ladies seem to be shooting me looks
But why won’t they come forward, should I make the move?
No, because I am me, I became interesting, they must find out for themselves
I am a lion, I am a falcon, I may not be able to look at them straight in the eyes
But that’s okay, I know I look good, they know it too.
Oh look, another has approached me
Pretty average, nothing too special
Seems too shy to say things straight
And I don’t know how to reply
But that’s okay, it’s all on her to do things right
Because I am not a wolf, I am a noble steed
To get to know me, you have to dig deeper, I am an ocean of knowledge and charm.
I am not altogether interested,
Though I am much more in the fine redhead woman I notice all the men are staring at
Seems to be ignoring me, turning away from me, guess that’s her loss.
Tonight, we exercise more, and end the night with Nina Mercedez.
Still, why won’t any woman come to me?
I am not altogether picky
I want one who is nice, cooks well, speaks well, isn’t afraid to say what’s on her mind and go into action
Is that so hard to find?
Perhaps I must improve further, make myself more of a catch.
Take classes of literature, psychology, astrophysics the art of debate
Make a regiment even harsher on my body for improvement
Now look at me, 3 months down the line
My body rippling with muscles, my body so perfectly proportionate
I am one, tight, good looking foxy tiger.
I walk down the streets, once more, confidence in my posture
Still can’t look at woman in the eyes
But why should I have to?
I am a man amongst men
With knowledge and power in my mind and body
I go around to places, looking and looking for one who wants me
They all seem to give me looks, but can’t seem to give it back
A number of them approached me, all better looking than any of the ones I had before
But it seems they aren’t interested in my personality so much as my body
I could get any of them in bed, at any time
But I won’t, I am much higher than that
I can control my instincts and my urges
Because I am a Don Juan, I know what I want
I want that woman over there, that I saw 3 to 4 months prior
Beautiful electric blue eyes
Flashing bright red hair
The face of my dreams
The body I so craved
I bet she lifts
I want to get to know her personality
But somehow, I can’t get myself to…she gives me a look,
I hold the stare for a couple of seconds, but then quickly look away
It seems I can’t look upon her quite yet
But I’ve done my utmost to be the me I am today
What else could I be missing?
Should I keep telling myself that it’s all upon them?
When swerves of men come to her everyday, craving her like a trophy?
No more, no more of that baseless confidence
No more of the online naked hotties nor of my trusty hand partner
If I want this one, I’m going to have to work for it.
I know I can attract, but I must show my personality to that one
The slight smile she gave me, was all the hints I needed to move forward
I go up to her, and show myself bare
Say hello, and instinctively go right up to her face
Look at her straight in the eyes, propose we sit and talk
Lay it all bare on the table, tell her who I am and where I’m from
Ask her to tell me about herself
She tells me the most interesting stories
I reciprocate with the same
Eventually we go on a few dates, and talk some more
Until one day I confess to her that I noticed her much before, say 3 to 4 months prior
I don’t know what to expect for an answer
And to my surprise, she tells me she noticed me as well,
But was too shy to look me straight in the eyes
And in her baseless confidence, told herself it would be my loss
So she worked and worked and worked at it until she was full of confidence,
And that now all the men wanted her, but that somehow I came out of the pack and she remembered me
I was gaping…I was at once so happy and so surprised…that it made me realize
That all that work…all that absorption of knowledge
Was just so I could speak to her
And that she did the same for me
I wondered how she thought of herself before
Was she much the same as I was?
Perhaps, perhaps not
I know it wasn’t all for naught, I have changed myself for the better
But somehow, I feel that if I had improved on my personality
Perhaps my eyes would have opened sooner.
-Axel Seven
Re: (Short Story) - From shy, to overly confident and then, a realization
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I wish I was capable of just letting go and coming up with somethin like this
I wish I was capable of just letting go and coming up with somethin like this
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