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go with your gut

I was sitting in a coffee shop on Sunday, and a young lady sat next to me on the sofa. The place was packed and that was the only other seat open. She asked if she could sit and I smiled and nodded. I continued my business, trying to give the impression that it was no big deal that this cute girl just sat next to me. It wasn't a big deal, after all it happens every day. Right... Though it appeared to be the case, that was not the case. For about an hour or so I could not focus on what I was doing. I was constantly thinking about what I will say in order to strike up a conversation, find out her "status", and make a decision whether to ask her out or not. So I sat nervously thinking about what to say. It wasn't that hard, because she was feverishly grading what appeared to be homework, as if she was a teacher.

So at a natural transition in my business I asked, "Are you a teacher?" That was that. She was kind and responded as if not to be bothered by my question, but rather glad that I asked. Turns out she is a teacher. I think she even knew that I knew she was a teacher.

After a brief conversation, covering almost every "small talk" topic there is to cover, I said I had to be going. It is true, I had to get a work-out in before going to the Guiller's for Sunday evening prayer. At that moment I made my decision. I am tired of regretting. It's ago. She didn't mention a boyfriend and a few other conversational clues indicated that she was not seeing anyone, so I did what I always do in these kinds of situations... I went with my gut. I asked her if we could have lunch sometime. I don't think the way I said it was awkward, but nonetheless, it might have been, but she smiled, nodded, and said "sure." Wow. Heart beating, palms sweating, voice weakening, I was relieved. I don't usually ask out random girls, but I couldn't pass up this opportunity. She's really cute, and even better, she's a solid girl, from what I can tell. I'm not sure when I will call or if I will. But, I like the opportunity the situation presents.

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