A Romantic Comedy

My friends tell me that my life is like a movie.
And I so badly wish I could say that the genre of this movie, that I call my life, was a romance film. You know..romance..with the typical story line of "Woe me, I'm alone and have nobody to love", and then out of nowhere I drop my books in the hall, and the most gorgeous guy on campus just so happens to be there to pick my books up for me, and while picking my belongings off the floor, our hands accidentally touch, our eyes meet, all of a sudden his every movement is in slow motion, and the gravitational pull of the earth has altered to be the center of his smile.
Blah blah blah blah blahhhhhh.
Nope. That crap doesn't exist. My life, this movie, is a freakin romantic comedy.
I swear,the closer an attractive guy gets to me, the more likely something awful is about to happen. So I try to keep about a 20 foot radius between me and any attractive person of the opposite sex..I'm serious. 
It's a pretty fortunate thing that I don't get embarrassed very easily, or rather, ever.. because if I did get embarrassed, by now I probably would have dug a hole 15 feet deep, jumped down inside, and stayed there till I starved to death.
Imagine this, keep in mind this is a true story… The class ends, and as I'm heading for the door, the 2nd hottest guy in the class stops me and starts a conversation about who knows what.. (I have tried my best to forget the details of this moment). We're talking and I'm totally feeling like I'm on cloud 9, but knowing I have a class in just 5 more minutes with a 7 minute walk in front of me, I tell him I have to go. I start saying my goodbyes while slowly walking backwards, and as I turn around to make my sexy exit, I RUN INTO THE DOOR. Just take a hard, vertical face plant right into the classroom fa-reaking DOOR. Who does that?? What happened from there is all a big blur. Somehow I got from there to my next class without a single memory of the hallway or anybody else in it. 
Now if that doesn't explain my love life to a T, I don't know what will. Haha!
This would be one of many experiences that I have had while being surrounded by good looking guys, but to tell each story would take a while, and the compilation of them all could potentially become a chapter book.
Honestly though, I love making a fool of myself and being able to laugh it off. And on the plus side, all of these comedic things that happen in my life make great stories.
People like comedies more anyway.

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