Ode to ?

Where can I begin in my description of the fresh, heavenly creature that accompanied me to the cinema the other night? I have met a young girl, whose angelic face has phantasmagorically been at the forefront of my thoughts, and that girl has left me verbally speechless and emotionally vulnerable. I find myself in fear of coming off as a cocky fool or a shy coward, which neither I am. Furthermore, I am petrified that she will see through the manly exterior, which I try relentlessly to uphold, into the actual, non-socially accepted me--the one that is not funny nor cool nor hip nor any of those other happening terms of our present day youth culture. She is a West Virginia girl of strong character and immaculate beauty one that I am doubtful of impressing, even to the slightest of degrees. There is a sense about her that radiates elation and compassion, honesty and integrity to all whom crosses her delighted path. I have never been so concerned about how one individual may view my random, unexplanatory actions or my off-the-wall, confusing tangencies, until I encounter this humanly perfection. Since I was raised in the understanding that strength comes after the baring of one’s weaknesses, I am torn beneath my fearfulness and my hopefulness.


If you read the above piece, it is, then, obvious that I met a girl. Well, “met” is the right word in this case, since it is past tense. This girl, here on the Marshall campus, is extremely friendly, tremendously hysterical, and civilly spoken, but nothing transpired between her heart and mine. Do not get me wrong: we talk--when we randomly cross paths; we wave--when we spot the other person in the distance; we eat together--when we are both alone in the cafeteria. However, nothing has happened and I am okay with it: she is happy and I as well.