My friends and I are in an on-again/off-again writing club where the rules are simple. Every two weeks you have to submit three short stories that it took you 20 minutes or less to write. These are the results.

Overthought; Overwrought

I know I like you because I was attracted to you the first time I saw you. I know you like me because I can see the way you go out of your way to talk to me amongst everyone in the crowd. But will it work?

I mean, is it worth my time to ask you out on a date to see where things might go? You haven’t said anything that’s turned me off to you, but you haven’t really said anything that blows my mind either. Plus, you kind of somewhat look like an ex-girlfriend of mine and that freaks me out a little bit.

Speaking of that, I wonder if I’m even attracted to you because you look a little bit like my ex-girlfriend. Am I into you because in some way you’re a shadow of her, and deep down I just want to fuck her one more time but you’re the closest thing I’ll get? Your personality is nothing like her’s, but still I can’t help thinking it.

I’m probably a little too wild for you, anyway. I notice you don’t drink that much. You say it’s because you’re so petite and it makes you tired, but still. I kinda want to drink less, so you’d probably be good for me, but I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet. If we can’t get past that hurdle, how will we be able to live together? Don’t even get me started on how we’ll have different ideas on how to raise our kids.

Besides, I’m barely able to handle my life as it is right now. Some people might think I’m incomplete, but I’m happy with what I have. Do I really want to complicate things for both of us? Not really.

Last week, when I was watching you tell a story to everyone, I thought about how we were on a collision course and how I had to have you, but I’m over that now. I’ve figured it all out without need to take a risk and find out the reality. The fantasy is fine with me for now. We were fake together for a while, but it fake didn’t work out, so let’s fake break up. Okay?