I want a woman who won’t drive me crazy. Some girl that knows the meaning of “hey hit the highway.”
So I’m thinking about getting a girlfriend. I hear the 2002 models are coming out and the aerodynamic designs and accessories far surpass what they’ve been producing in earlier years.
But, see, I’m kinda wondering how I go about doing this. Are there girlfriend catalogs? Is there a “picking up girls for the drooling idiot,” 'cause, well, I’ve sorta come to the conclusion that I’m a femaphobe. A big one.
You girls and your feminine wiles scare me. I can’t talk to you. Well, that’s not entirely true. I can talk to you just fine. I can make jokes and be pleasant and witty and intelligent. I just can’t initiate a conversation. I can’t go up to you and say “hi.”
It’s just me. I’m strange. I know it and I’ll admit it. In class the other day I was called on by the professor and had to answer his questions for 40 minutes straight. I was perfectly at ease speaking in front of the entire class. Not a care in the world because I like public speaking. But, see, there’s this girl right next to me, beautiful redhead, I can barely make eye contact with. You ask me to say “hi” to her and I freeze up. The best I’ve done is offer her some of my animal crackers once and gosh, I’m sure she was ever so impressed with that.
I’ve figured out what the problem is. I’m scared of the “look.” You know, the bitch look that says “me? Go out with you? It is to laugh.” I don’t like that look. I don’t want that look. I want to go up to a woman and say hi without worrying about that look and without worrying that she’s thinking that I’m thinking I’m trying to sleep with her when all I want to do is talk to her (as irrational as that may or may not be).
I need someone to slap some sense into me. Who’s up to the task?