Calling her beautiful, or gorgeous - no... she's exotic, or alluring, or magnetic. Do you want to know the truth? I struggle for the correct words to describe her:
The most beautiful girl in Las Vegas came into the computer lab today. I'm too big of a coward to say anything to her, so I smile...she smiles back. I try not to stare as she stands at the front desk chattimg with her friend. The task proves impossible.
She has the most gorgeous profile - I tell myself as I admire her mocha skin, hourglass figure, pearly white smile and beautiful dark hair with blond highlights. It's as if Aphrodite in the flesh had put on a black miniskirt and walked into the computer lab.
I better stop staring because it would be awkward if she catches me - I now tell myself intently as I look back at the computer screen - the task proves too difficult - I have never seen such a heavenly site. she is breathtaking - I tell myself as I sneak another glance at her. I then immediately look down again in the hopes no one will catch me staring at her.
Dude! Stop staring at her. You know it is not polite. If she catches you it's going to weird her out - I try with all my might not to stop. Again, my efforts are fruitless - How come I can't have a girlfriend like that? She is so beautiful. I wish I wasn't such a big loser and then maybe I would have a chance with a girl like her - self loathing consumes my thoughts as I watch her smile and laugh with her friend at the front desk.
Moments later there conversation ends and she prepares to leave. Before she does she glances across the lab and catches me staring at her. My face turns red in embarrassment. She gives me a radiant smile and leaves. I thought I was going to melt.
Moments later there conversation ends and she prepares to leave. Before she does she glances across the lab and catches me staring at her. My face turns red in embarrassment. She gives me a radiant smile and leaves. I thought I was going to melt.
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