>>Okay, so basically you fall for any girl who just so much as gives you a second glance?

I don’t believe in ‘matchmaking’ and ‘finding someone.’ Who you eventually come to stay with for the rest of your life will be little different than the girl you dated for a few days in 4th grade. One makes their partner, and comes to love who that is. I think it’s naïve to believe you’ll ever find someone truly ‘compatible’: the best you’ll ever get is someone a little bit so.

>>liquid paper
And what if she has none? What, after that? I give it back to her and it promptly ends. The girl from 2 semesters ago threw her compact to the floor and I picked it up. I handed it to her and she thanked me and ran away.

>>something that she owns, music, weather

These are all disgusting and rude false interests to raise, in my opinion. I wouldn’t want such a lowly and systematic thing to be our first real conversation.

>>It would've been even easier if you'd just lent her your notes.

I think so, too.

>>Just say something to her.

That was my plan. But I’ve thought of her for a week now, and this becomes less simple on each passing day. It is likely that when Monday morning rolls around I’ll find something in her gesture and expression to disagree with my past findings, and I’ll dust the mission.

>>and no more accosting...that's pretty weird.

This is why I am so zealously hesitant to speak to her. If she runs out of the room like the last girl I tried to accost then I’ll probably swear to never think of another girl again under a circumstance like this. This entire thread has probably done more to dissuade me than any negative thoughts I have come up on my own. Your words and advice will flash through my mind as I speak to her and it will impair my ability to speak capriciously. Though, I admit, I do not regret the timeless and unforgettable humor of stat analysis.

I think I’ll talk to her, though, somehow. Last girl I tried to no words could come out of my mouth as I looked at her, and I could only respond chokingly once she had asked me what it was I wanted, and after that.. Well, it was a swift descent into hell. I’ll probably ask her if she had been posing me a pretense on Thursday and I’ll laugh in her face. Thanks.