I've told this story about a hundred times because so many of my friends find it hilarious. It was basically an account of what was going through my head during my first kiss with one of my exes (the one that looks like syuu). I decided to be artsy and put it in pseudo-poetry form. It's meant to be performed, so I had to color code it so everyone would understand it. At any rate, here goes.
Internal Dialogue
by Tragick the Clown
Kiss her you fat f*ck!
I don’t know. What if she doesn’t like me like that?
Look at her. She’s into you.
She asked “What?” Sh*t. My body language must have given it away.
Play it cool.
“Nothing.”
That’s not cool.
Sh*t, she asked again.
Okay Don Juan, now what do you plan on doing?
I’ll figure something out.
“Nothing.”
I think this could actually go somewhere.
Maybe, just don’t f*ck it up.
“Nothing”
Okay, she asked again, but she leaned in this time.
It’s a sign.
Do you think she’s into me?
...No! Whatever could have given you that idea? Dumbass.
Okay, I’ll lean in this time.
“Nothing.”
Smooth, man. She did it again.
Think this might lead somewhere?
Yeah, definitely.
“Nothing.”
Okay, we’re touching foreheads. I think she’s into me.
...You’re an idiot.
Okay, she asked “What?” again. I’m thinking...
Just make your f*cking move!
Oh, my God her lips are soft.
Use some of those moves your friends told you about.
I think she’s liking it.
No sh*t she’s liking it. Now break and be cool about it.
“Okay, that was it.”
Holy sh*t, that was good.
“Finally?” What the Hell does she mean by that?
Maybe it means you should have kissed her earlier instead of staring at her tits. Now go back to kissing.
Wow, she’s into me.
You’re gonna get laid by this chick.
Think so?
I know so. Now get to work before she realizes you’re talking to yourself.