you feel uncomfortable talking to girls?
HAMISH: (VEHEMENT) Iâm not gay , you know.
ME: I never thought you were. I think youâre shy.
HAMISH: Get lost.
ME: Love-shy.
HAMISH: (FREEZES)
ME: You are, arenât you? Youâre love-shy. I know all about your condition. I want to help you.
(SUBJECTâS FACE GOES ALL CRINKLY.)
Verdict: LIKELY LOVE-SHY.
Iâ d found him.
âJust leave me alone, okay?â He still wasnât making eye contact.
âIâm afraid I canât do that.â
I made a mental list of things Iâd need to fix about him. Some elocution lessons, to start with, because he had a slight lisp and his diction was dreadful. A haircut. Facial wash to clear up his skin. New clothes. Iâd be the Henry Higgins to his Eliza Doolittle. Except for the part where they fall in love.
Hamishâs eyes darted around, searching for someone to rescue him. I seriously doubted heâd have a Kate Pittman to come and maul him like Nedislav had. Hamish clearly realised this too, because his face fell.
âWhat do you want ?â
âI want to help you. I want to fix you.â
âIâm not broken!â
âOh,â I said, âI think you are. You totally fit the profile. I can tell you so much about yourself.â
âGo on, then.â
Iâd been reading about love-shyness for two weeks now, and was close to being an expert.
âYou listen to classical music and old school Broadway showtunes. You prefer citrus fruits to other kinds. You like sweet things. You like romantic films, but not romantic comedies . Youâre spiritual, but not religious. You have a weird relationship with your mother. You donât have any sisters. Youâve never felt comfortable around other boys. You hate sport. You want a girlfriend with long brown hair and a pretty face. Youâre probably allergic to milk or wool.â
Hamish was shaking his head as though I were crazy.
âTell me Iâm wrong,â I said.
âYouâre wrong.â He pulled his iPod out of his pocket and showed me the song heâd been listening to: âHurtâ, by Nine Inch Nails. âI donât like fruit at all. I like science-fiction films. Iâm an atheist. My mother is fine, and I have three sisters.â
I took a half-step back. How could that be? He didnât fit the profile at all . âWhat about the rest?â
âSo I donât have a girlfriend and I canât catch a ball,â he said. âBig deal. It makes me a loser, not a psycho . And what the hell does having a milk allergy have to do with it?â
â Do you have a milk allergy?â
âNo! Iâm not allergic to anything, apart from weird bossy girls who ask intensely personal questions. What is wrong with you?â
This wasnât going at all the way Iâd planned. âBut you visit loveshyforum.com, right?â
Hamish looked around to make sure no one else was listening. âOnce or twice,â he said through clenched teeth. âBut Iâm not like them. I just want to meet a nice girl, thatâs all. Iâm not a freak .â
âBut you post on there all the time.â
âIâve never posted anything on loveshyforum.com.â
âBut Iâve read it!â Why was he still lying to me? âYouâre PEZZ imist!â
Hamish froze for a moment, his face as shocked as if Iâd said he was Superman. Then he began to laugh.
âWhat?â
âIâm not PEZZ imist,â he said. âNo way. I wish .â
What? There was another student on loveshyforum.com? Was it possible?
âWhat do you mean, you wish ? Do you know who he is?â
Hamish looked a little more confident, now he knew something that I didnât. âYeah,â he said. âI know who he is. But why should I tell you? Youâll just go and pester him like youâre pestering me.â
âIâm not pestering
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