Let’s stop these across the room glances and just sit at my table and talk to me. Since I’ve introduced myself to you three times I feel that the ball is in your court. I don’t particularly enjoy chasing after men. Maybe I’m way off and you’re just not interested but the way you’ve been undressing me with your eyes tell me you’d like to in real life and not just in your head.
Not an advocate for being hurt, but I don’t want to approach you anymore for you to never advance on it. Instead we never talk and everytime I walk in you stare.
Men are confusing! Ugh!
And when you don’t glance at all it feels forced. Maybe you’re finally realizing that I’m admiring you while you’re admiring me. Sit next to me. Let’s be friends.