I can’t help but let out a quiet scoff, which eventually turns into a smirk, as my gaze falls on you walking into this crowded party. Despite the blinding and flashing lights it’s impossible to see that it’s really you. Your hair is styled, like usual and- oh! This time.. you’re wearing a skin-tight short black dress. It’s leaving very little to the imagination… And a purple lace bra is very prominently sticking out on the upper edge.

Look, i think you’re really attractive. I actually do. It’s just… Okay so. We met at a party about a year ago, and since we have mutual friends, they introduced us to each other. To be honest I was pretty wasted by then I didn’t pay that much attention. However, I’ve now noticed that you’re at every single party I go to. And each and every time you’re wearing tight, challenging dresses and you give me longing, almost desperate looks.

It’s hard to not notice how much you want me, and to be with me. Despite all that, you never really approach me. However, I think it’s really endearing how much you try to get me to notice you. It’s actually very sweet…

And to be honest.. I don’t care if you’d come to a party in just underwear. I know you probably think that the only way I’ll like you, is if you show up in all those tight hot dresses, showing off skin, maybe even sleep together. But that’s not true. If I got to know you better, I think I’d actually fall for you. Because you seem sweet, and kind, and thoughtful.

I take yet another shot and that’s when you.. you actually approach me? Wow, progress.