Confessions (Not by Usher)

There she was... Standing there with her black thick hair, which fell down to her shoulders, complimented by her feminine frame.

Speaking of that frame, her eyes were the window of her soul. Her eyes were vibrant and just like a window, they allowed light to reflect upon them; this enhanced the beauty of her large blue eyes.

I wished to hold my gaze for eternity and look through that window, as the sun’s UV-B rays warmed my cheeks and caused sweat to build up at my forehead. Sweat trickled down my back and caused a wet large spot to propagate.

I could really use a Sham-Wow!

Since I was incredibly nervous, I mechanically walked to her, breathing in and out, as I planned my speech, which I had practiced for many minutes in the mirror before.

I finally planted my feet on the ground in front of this woman. She was even more pulchritudinous up close... I noticed that her chest was bodacious, as well as that her waist and bottom were voluptuous.

The white dressy shirt she wore, with the the top button open, hugged her body and was tucked into her black cotton skirt, which accentuated her striking curves, which only drag racers could handle.

Her ostentatious lips were coated in thick red lipstick and they resembles two perfectly aligned red chili peppers 🌶 pushed together.

As I attempted to keep my gaze upwards to the woman’s face, she paused and looked at me, possibly wondering what on earth this sweaty loser was about to say to her.

I was heavily intimidated and froze; I was unable to just "Let it Go". My palms became lubricated with sweat, my knees became fragile, as if they would collapse any moment, and my arms felt as if they were weighed down by water pails.

As I opened my mouth, the words just would not come out. The only thing that was missing was Mom's Spaghetti.

I stood there like a mime using my hands to translate and get out what I wanted to say. "Say Something! Just say something damn it!" ... "Hehehe... 'Roll Credits!'” ... "Arghh... I gotta think of something...", I demanded to myself.

As my heart raced more than a NASCAR driver, I finally uttered the completely intelligible phrase "Ummm... ummm", as my head swayed from side to side, and I broke eye contact.

Her face was still puzzled and filled with confusion. "Eureka!", I thought, as a lightbulb appeared above my head.

I got on the ground and started breakdancing. As I was completing a windmill, I lost my speed and fell to the ground, landing on my backside improperly.

Well... she at least laughed. After busting my hiney, I just got up and quickly blurted, "My name is Jeff!"

I, unfortunately, sounded just like that popular Vine, out of nervousness.

Once again, she bursted out laughing... Her laughter was almost maniacal, as if she was a villain or a yandere of some sort. Although, my name was actually Jeff. She gave me a huge smile and looked at me with her piercing captivating blue eyes and revealed,

"Hallo, mein name ist Charia von Hürlimann."

Well, well. She must have been German or something.

"Will you go on a date with me... uhh, Charia?", I finally mustered.

"Ja, you are funny man. Ich like das in ein Mann."

I almost shook my head in shock. She flipping said “YES!” I could almost do a backflip in happiness... but, I did not want to fall on my booty again.

We exchanged numbers and set up a meeting time and location.

It seems that there are times when we cannot just 'Say Something'... but we need to 'do something' too.

Hmm… I guess actions do speak louder than words.

Oh no... where am I going to take her!!?

To Be Continued.