I was on a train trip with my friends recently and there was this guy in the compartment next to ours tall, kind of effortlessly good-looking, and he had these eyes that literally made me forget how to think.
We made eye contact a few times, and every single time it felt like my heart skipped. Not even kidding. It wasn’t flirty or anything, just those soft little glances where you’re like… do they know?
Anyway, I went to throw some trash away the bin was under the sink between compartments and yep, he was standing right there. I was NOT prepared. He looked at me and just went, “Hey.”
So I said “Hi,” and then… I don’t even know what happened, I tried to make a small joke (something dumb about how that trash bin felt like a treasure hunt or whatever), and it came out SO WEIRD. Like… not funny, not even words. Just panic.
He smiled, kind of politely, and then asked, “Do you have Instagram?”
And that’s when I basically died. I do, but it’s a fake account with a fake name and no real stuff on it. So I froze and was like, “Uhh… I don’t really use it… or like, it’s not with my name…” (?? what even does that mean??)
My ears were legit burning. I could feel my face turning redder by the second. He just smiled and said “No worries,” super chill, while I walked away like I’d just face-planted.
When I got back, my friend looked at me and went, “Why are you so red?”
And I had NO answer. Just vibes. And shame. And regret.
Anyway. He was pretty. I was awkward.
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Could’ve said “no, but have a phone number”