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Hey my name is
Hey, my name is
Im not the best when it comes to having to socialize or to meet people, I always found myself as a introvert and reserved guy. One of the things I hate the most is when you are awkwardly having a small talk with someone you clearly don’t have anything in common. This is exactly how my life changed forever. I live in New York City, the perfect place for someone like me, the place where it’s full of people that do not want to talk to anyone else. While you are walking in the street bumping into each other you don’t say a word. When you are in the subway with other 30 people in the same small rectangular box, you don’t talk to each other, you don’t mutter, you don’t give your opinion, you just keep going in your own business. I could keep talking about other examples but trust me, this girl was different, there was something strange in her, in an ocean full of dull people, including myself, she was like a bright fluorescent yellow dot. Those yellow boots and her yellow raincoat were indeed odd. She seemed to emanate joy and happiness in this grey world. There was something in her that made me fall in love immediately.
I approached her slowly and thinking to myself “Why am I doing this? She won’t notice someone like me. I’m just a boring guy…” But I was determined to ask her for her number. I kept getting closer and closer imagining what the rest of the people in the subway were thinking “What is this guy doing? Who does he thinks he is? Poor loser and weirdo trying to approach that poor girl”. My insecurities were flooding my thoughts and my body was burning more and more the closer I was from her. I was struggling to move across the crowd but I finally made it, I was standing right next to her. This was my moment, I just needed to say something to her, how do I start? What is your name? no, no, that sounds totally creepy. Hi my name is… doesn’t sound right. Hey how is it going girl? God no, I couldn’t think of something to start the conversation, this is why I hate small talk.
I almost came up with the perfect phrase to start up the conversation when suddenly the subway stops and she gets out. I was freaking out, I had to follow her. I swam across the crowd of people trying to get in so I could follow her and say something to this girl, I will never see her again if I don't get her number. The amount of people in there was unbelievable, I started losing her until I gave up and realized I just lost my only chance of talking to this girl, just because of my insecurities and not making a fast decision. I went back to the station so that I could go back to my home and forget about this event. Probably think about how I hate myself all the way home. The next morning as I was going to work in the same subway, with the same people as always, on the same hour, I noticed something different, a yellow glare was in the edge of my sight and there she was again, the same yellow dot and I began to fill myself with joy. As I approached her, I told her “Hey, my name is …
