I Did It. I Actually Talked to Her. (11/19/24)

Alright, so last night was the Voices in Durham event, and let me just say—it was a ride. Me and my friend Malcolm got to host, which was fun as hell. We crushed it, by the way, but that’s not the point of this post. After hosting, we had to sit at these tables and ask specific guests questions, which was fine… except for the fact that she was sitting at my table.

Yes. Her. The girl with the perfect face and the dangerously cute voice I’ve been too scared to talk to all semester. Fate is wild, isn’t it?

So there I am, sitting at the table, lowkey panicking because what the hell do you even do in that situation? And then, out of pure impulse (or maybe a desperate attempt to prove I’m not completely useless), I decided to actually try and make small talk with her. Just casual, harmless small talk. Nothing crazy.

And you know what? I think(?) it went alright? Like, it wasn’t groundbreaking or anything—just general, basic stuff. “Hey, how are you finding the event?” kind of vibes. But the important thing is that I did it. I finally managed to talk to her without immediately combusting.

Was I terrified the whole time? Oh, absolutely. But I pushed through the fear, and honestly, she seems like such a sweet girl. Just really kind and easy to talk to, even though I was internally screaming the entire time.

So yeah, I don’t know if I’m gonna win any awards for bravery here, but I’m proud of myself for trying. Baby steps, right?

Also, her voice is still as stupidly cute as ever.

What do we think? Should I try to keep this momentum going or retreat back into awkward silence? Because honestly, both seem like valid options.

- W