this morning #932.

this morning, i could tell by the way that she pronounced “cement” all drawl & “SEE-MEANT” that she clearly wasn’t from around these parts. a strictly southern belle. i wanted to tell her that her accent intrigued me but it’s such a cliché way to introduce myself, illuminating her most obvious quality. i couldn’t concoct a better method so i just sat next to her silently smirking, cursing my cowardice. i tried to avoid being too hard on myself but this was supposed to be the year where i said bye to my fear of talking to women & hello to putting my best foot forward instead of firmly in my mouth. though i know change isn’t like flipping a switch, i’d hoped the transition would be smoother than this.