March 8, 2010

Tip Our Hats: Squirrely Dudes

Put me in a room of guys and you can bet your bottom dollar that I would make a bee line straight to the most socially inept of the bunch. In high school, some girls would sweat the class clown, some girls would crush out on the jock flexing his biceps, and some girls would geek out about the aloof, tortured musicians.

Not me. I'd fall for the quiet weirdo writing poems in his notebook in the back of the classroom. He wouldn't even know how handsome he was, which just added to his appeal.

This is the guy that no girl would even notice. He probably wouldn't know what to do if they did. That doesn't faze me because I love squirrely guys. I speak their language. I'm like the Squirrel Whisperer. I can pull them out of their shell and transform them from a fidgety misanthrope into a fidgety regular-thrope.

So, squirrely dudes, I tip my hat to you. The way you freeze up when I say hello makes it sweeter when you warm up and ask for my phone number when I say goodbye.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

label me an official squirrel-boner, then :U with you 100% on this one, anna

Brine said...

It does take a true magician, a real squirrel whisperer to get more than averted glances and foot shuffles, because we get frozen in the middle of the road when women talk to us. Thinking of something clever to say is so difficult when all concentration is focused upon not peeing or running out of the room.

loey said...

squirrel whisperer! love it

Jonesy said...

... is that my father?

Anna said...

Well, is your father Ryan Gosling? Then...yes?

Anonymous said...

So you like guys who look like chid rapists?

Anna said...

No. I like guys who look like Ryan Gosling.

xi said...

Your site is unexpectedly thoughtful and entertaining. Good writing, can't wait to read your book.

Anna said...

Thanks! I can't wait for you to read it. Cheers!

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