If We Met
Dating had always been a difficult thing for me. I was always envious of all those other men, with their great lines and unshakable demeanors. I was not a part of that fraternity. I was always the guy that saw the stunning woman and said nothing, only thinking of the right thing to say hours later. This went on throughout my entire life, and while I’m not repulsive looking or conversationally handicapped, it was the assertive men that always won the day. These very thoughts haunted me each day on the train to and from work. Never did the attractive woman sit next to me, it was alway the fat guy that hadn’t yet discovered showering with whom I shared my commute. While on my way to my photographic studio that day, I took a …