Orange Frizzante

I'm a shy girl. A stint as a volunteer at the ROM last March Break has brought me out a lot more, but I'm still a quiet homebody with nervous tendencies and an occasional inferiority complex.

Today my French cousins came for a visit, so I brought them down to our beautiful beach, the Bluffs. In the parking lot I saw my friend Ben, with his brother, lugging fishing things back to the car. We were within shouting distance. I could have just yelled "Hey Ben!" waved and gone on my way. But I can't do that. And I hate it. I can't initiate things like that for some reason. So instead I led my cousins out of the parking lot, glancing back every so often, hoping he would see me and I could say "Hi."

How pathetic.

I couldn't even say hi to a girl I used to know at Tim Hortons. We used to be really close, but she had moved away. I saw her that day and just sat quietly, hoping she would turn, see me, and be like "Oh my god! Lucy!" Didn't happen.

Truly pathetic.