I've always been envious of those people who can make the opposite sex fall for them easily, because it's never happened for me.
But I don't want to come across as bitter or vengeful, because it is in fact quite the opposite with me.
I have been told from time to time that I have the looks that some girls would find attractive if I just pursued things with them, but when you get rejected as often as I have, you tend to go into a shell about these things and think that you're not good enough for anyone.
But no matter how down on myself I happened to be at a particular time, I could always find solitude in the music of Paramore, who is of course fronted by that red-haired goddess Hayley Williams, who I, like the majority of her male fans do, have always had a crush on.
And I'd like to tell you that that crush had found a way to resolve itself sine Hayley was engaged to be married now, but all that seemed to do was make me want her even more.
So it drew my attention right away when I heard a radio ad for a contest that they were doing before their next show in my city, in which the prize was getting the chance to meet Hayley after the show.
It seemed like a loaded ad, to be honest, as most guys automatically equate "getting to meet someone" with getting a chance to sleep with them, but once I looked into the contest a little more, I realized that there was a chance that I could actually win, seeing as how you had to send in a video to Hayley telling her exactly why you're such a big fan of hers, and why you'd be perfect to win the contest.
So I sent her one proclaiming myself the biggest of her many legions of male fans, and spent the rest of the video lamenting how I've never had any luck with the opposite sex and then sent it on its way, not really expecting to hear back from anyone.
But a few weeks later, when the day of the show was drawing near, I received a ticket to the show, along with a backstage pass, and a personalized note from Hayley about how she was looking forward to meeting me.
It was probably a small miracle that I didn't die right there and then, but somehow I managed to settle my nerves enough to get ready to go to the show, throwing on a pair of pants and the shirt that I considered my nicest one and headed for the show a few days later, deciding for once in my life to just let things fall where they may and not worry about anything.
But try as hard as I wanted to, I couldn't get my mind off of getting the chance to meet Hayley, who was looking fabulous in a simple blue tank top and a tight-fitting pair of jeans, but my mind was wandering far too much to actually enjoy the concert.
Next thing I knew, the concert was in its closing stages, and Hayley was asking for the winner of her contest to please raise his hand so that security could escort him to the back, so I raised my hand and smiled back and Hayley who smiled, waved at me and said she would be seeing me soon.
Because of my obvious confidence issues, I damn near hyperventilated waiting on Hayley to arrive, but soon she came bounding into her dressing room, closing it behind her and asking for privacy as she introduced herself to me.
"Damn, you didn't look nearly this good in your video...well, I guess I forgot your name baby. I'm sorry," she told me as I took her hand and looked her in the eyes, trying to find the right words to say to her.
"It's John Hayley," I told her as I tried not to stare at her for too long, "and don't worry, I'm not gonna take it personally that you forgot my name. I'm used to it by now."
"Aw honey. it's not like that," she told me, her hand resting on my thigh as we started talking, "and I thought the video you sent me was really endearing. It takes a big man to admit something like that to someone he doesn't even know."
"I wish you could tell that to all the girls who've rejected me in the past Hayley," I told her as I looked her in the eyes and pulled her hair back, freezing as I went in for a kiss, seeing her engagement ring shining in the light of the dressing room.
