If I could get together with Amy Winbottom, I would in a heartbeat: trouble is, whenever I get around girls, I get all tongue-tied, and I end up sounding like a total moron.
Amy Winbottom, who is my age (fifteen) is hot. I'm talkin' drop-dead, knock-your-eyes-out hot. I mean, she is the prettiest thing I have ever seen in my life!!
Long, red-blonde hair that cascades down her back like a thick, sleek waterfall. Cobalt-blue eyes that stop you in your tracks as soon as they fix themselves on you. A killer figure, with curves in all the right places. Not too skinny, not too fat: just right. Long, long tanned legs, slim, feminine hips. Pretty bow lips. A perfectly-sculpted face. She is quite the looker, man: whenever I see Amy, I look like a buffoon: falling all over myself, getting all stumbly-tongued whenever I try to speak.
It's maddening!!
Trouble is, nobody but myself knows how I feel about Amy. I am too scared to tell anyone because for one thing, I'm not much to look at. I look like your typical geek: painfully skinny, with no meat on my bones, spiky brown hair that sticks up all over, a pockmarked face, a big honker, a too-small mouth, no chin ... let's face it, folks: next to me, Steve Urkel looks like a movie screen idol!!
People keep telling me to talk to her, but the trouble is, I can't. I see her, and I just lose it.
Why can't people understand that I am not a chick magnet??
If anything, I drive people away. I am known for doing stupid shit that cuases me to become the laughing stock of Anywhere, U.S.A.! Even the President of the United States would probably bust his ass laughing if he got a sight of me!
I just wish I could get the girl, you know?? I see the kids at my school (or in my hood) linking up with gorgeous, drop-dead females; the only thing I can draw is flies!! I have no friends; nobody gives a shit about me!
I would so love to take Amy Winbottom to the lake to see the fireworks bursting in the nighttime sky on the fourth of July, but knowing her, she'd probably turn me down flat faster than I can say "firecracker"! So I guess that means I will be staying home on the fourth and feeling sorry for myself because I have always been something of a total loser.
Well, I've managed to depress myself yet again, so I am going to go. I don't know if I will write in here again, but one thing IS certain: I just wish I could talk to girls (especially Amy Winbottom) without looking like a goon!!
