Give Love a Chance

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It was the middle of summer. The weather was great and so was my mood. I didn't have a summer job or any other serious occupation at the time. I was just kicking back, relaxing and enjoying my freedom after the hellish first year of college. My academic successes were above average by a fair amount, but it cost me dearly in hard, mind-breaking efforts throughout the year.

There is not much to tell about myself. My name is John. Some people see me as a bit too conservative, but I consider myself normal, if a bit more mature than most people my age. I always found the concept of dating just for the purpose of 'getting some' a big turn off. It just degrades the woman to the level of a cheap fuck-slut, if you'll excuse my choice of words. Don't get me wrong. Sex is great, but it is so much better when it's something more than a cheap way to release happiness hormones into your brain. Sex with an average girl is nice, but making love to Her would be the ultimate pleasure.

Yes, there is no mistake. It's not merely her, but Her with a capital letter, a hasted breathing and a sweet pain somewhere in the chest almost to the point of fainting. Doe. The mere name raised my spirits. I'm not going to tell you what she looked like or what character she had. Imagine the perfect girl of your dreams, not those cheap sleazy dreams you have about buxom blondes and foxy teens, but the high and sacred ones, which you keep deep inside and would never reveal to anybody. Then you'll understand how I felt.

I first saw her in January, when one of my second-semester classes started. When I walked into the classroom and saw Her, I was stunned. The girl of my dreams was before me in flesh, blood and soul. I never understood how I knew that seeing only her hair and her shoulders above the next desk, yet somehow I knew everything about her in a flash. I stood there until people started bumping into me then quickly rushed to grab a seat just behind her.

I knew I shouldn't have kept silent. I knew I should've sat next to her and introduced myself, but I couldn't. I was too afraid that one wrong word could make this dream disappear. And so I stayed silent. We barely exchanged a few words from time to time throughout the whole semester. Though, thankfully, I did find courage to ask for her phone number.

As I mentioned, the school was over and summer was about. With each walk I took outside, with each flower and leaf I saw growing, I craved to see Her more and more. Eventually, the feeling was enough to overcome any fear of rejection I had and I dug up the old binder where I wrote down her number.

A couple of minutes of rehearsals and revisions of what I was going to say and I way ready. I took a deep breath and dialed Her number.