"Should I say hi? He seems busy. Wait, he's talking to someone. Oh God, I must look like a creep-a-leep just hovering around here.Frankly, I'm terrible at hovering. I would rather shake hands with a poisonous snake than hover around a guy I wanna talk to. Besides, there's no way to look good when you're calculating a window of opportunity to initiate conversation. I look anxious, like a teenybopper in line at a Jonas Brothers meet and greet or Janeane Garofalo awaiting her STD test results in Reality Bites.
"We just made eye contact! Should I wait for him to come over? Maybe I should approach him? Fuck it. This is it. I'm just gonna walk up and say hi."
*stands up, straightens dress, and walks towards him*
"Oh shit. Now he's talking to some other girl. This is the worst. That's it; I'm leaving."
I'd rather cut my losses than buzz around a dude like a chatty gnat. Fuck that shit forever.