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Saturday night all alone waiting for something exciting to happen. It seemed like I was always waiting. Waiting for something exciting, waiting for him to talk to me, waiting for my life to just start. Yeah, my dude, I'm getting in the cab right now. I'll be there in maybe 10 minutes. I don't even know what I was so afraid of. How bad could it be to take a chance, to risk a little for someone I wanted so badly that he consumed my every waking thought? Listen, you think I'm really gonna hit it off with this girl? What harm could it do? Alright, 10 minutes, man. Alright, later. But here I was, doing nothing as per usual. Waiting on a man to start things. Waiting on a man who was practically a stranger to realize I was here waiting for him. A girl gets tired of waiting. You get tired of holding your breath after a while. and so you jump, you hold your breath, and hope for the best. Fuck it. And sometimes that's exactly what you get. It wasn't good either. I mean, whatever. Hey, what's going on? Baby. That's sexy.