Boy Meets Girl By Yawatta Hosby


Boy Meets Girl by Yawatta Hosby

“Just talk to her, dude.”

Rob frowned. “She doesn’t want to be bothered.”

“Did she say that?”


“Then you don’t know that.”

Rob wished things could be that simple. He looked at his friend, Ernest, who ate his calzone. Rob drank his soda and picked at his slice of pizza. He had lost his appetite. Glancing around the pizzeria, he noticed a large crowd. It was Friday’s night rush. He hoped Giselle would stop by even though she probably didn’t care to see him.

For the past couple of months, Rob and Giselle bumped into each other at Tony’s Pizzeria every Friday night. Only one night they’d spend together, but it was perfect. The rest of the week he daydreamed about her. He developed feelings for Giselle in that short amount of time but never crossed any boundaries. He kept getting mixed signals, so he didn’t want to make things awkward and risk losing her if she didn’t feel the same way. Rob decided it would be best to take things slow, to start a friendship with Giselle, so she would trust him. But for the past two weeks, it turned awkward–the one thing he wanted to avoid.

Whenever he’d greet her, she seemed like she was in a rush to get away. She would hardly make eye contact, say a quick “hello,” and walk away. Not even a smile anymore. That’s what hurt Rob the most. Giselle didn’t seem excited to see him, and he didn’t know why. Ever since he met her, he kept confiding in Ernest about his feelings. Ernest was in a healthy relationship, that sometimes Rob was jealous of, so he could offer good advice on pursuing the opposite sex.

Rob was realistic; he knew he had no game.

Ernest continued, “How about this? If you don’t think you can tell her how you really feel, then be her friend. Get to know her and she’ll get to know you. Then take things from there.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to do.” Rob rubbed the back of his neck.

Ernest smirked. “Dude, you move at a worm’s pace. Friends don’t only see each other one night a week, if you can even call it that. More like only ten minutes.” He took a sip of his soda. “Friends call and text each other. They hang out in groups or alone. They enjoy each other’s company and make each other laugh. You got the last part down; now all you have to do is see her more.”

Rob nodded, letting the advice sink in. “Hang out with her. I can do that.”

Ernest laughed, shaking his head. “You’re too nice for your own good. Don’t get stuck in the friend zone.”

“Giselle likes nice guys. I asked.”

They both laughed.

“You know what I say, keep trying. If you get a green light, then try harder. Keep upping the ante if you keep getting a green light. Don’t stop for a yellow light. Absolutely stop if light turns red. If you keep upping the ante, then she’ll get that you like her. Then the ball will be in her court.”

Rob frowned. “What if she turns me down?”

“Then you’ll move on.”

Rob gave Ernest a never-going-to-happen look. His biggest fear was that all this time their conversations didn’t mean anything to Giselle. What if she was only being nice? What if she found someone else, tired of waiting for him to make a move? If she was even hoping for that. What if he misread the vibe she was giving out? What if he wanted a relationship with her so badly that he fabricated her responses in his head?

Doubt started to kick in. He didn’t want to bother her or be a regret. He analyzed their conversations and interactions on a daily basis, happy with the way she made him feel. It was torture not knowing if she felt the same way. It would hurt his heart if she had gone back to her friends, asking them to devise a plan for Rob to get off her back. What if these past two weeks had been Giselle’s avoidance plan in action?

Rob gulped.

“What’s wrong, dude?”

“Just thinking.”

Ernest sighed. “You got it pretty bad for her, huh?”

“Where have you been the past two months?”

“If you want, I’ll talk to her and see where her head is at,” Ernest offered.

“Nah, we’re not in school anymore.”

“What? You mean you don’t want to write ‘do you like me? Yes, no, or maybe’ on this napkin.”

They both grinned.

“So…you think I should talk to her?”

“Yeah, don’t even ask what’s wrong. Don’t even acknowledge that she’s been acting distant unless she brings it up. Just greet her like usual. Treat it like everything is the same. If she still acts awkward around you, then you’ll have your answer. Who knows, it may not even be about you. It could be about her.”

Rob’s heart beat quickened when he noticed Giselle crossing the street to head to the restaurant. His eyes glistened with lust. His lips parted; she was so beautiful. She wore a black pencil skirt that went a little above her knees, a white shirt, and green cardigan that went down to her waist. Her braid draped down her left shoulder. He readjusted his shirt and smoothed out his hair, hoping she’d glance at him. Just once.

As though she could read his mind, her eyes met his. Rob smiled. Giselle grinned then quickly lowered her gaze to the ground. He remained looking at her even though she ignored him. He fidgeted with his hands. What did he do wrong?

She walked through the door, looking straight ahead. Rob closed his eyes and sighed. Should he even say hello? Should he leave her alone? Putting on a brave face, he smiled again. “Hey, Giselle.”

She turned to face him and waved. “Hey.” She walked away.

Ouch. Not even a smile. She didn’t even include his name. He rubbed the back of his neck. “I told you she doesn’t want to be bothered,” he whispered. He lowered his eyes to the table, avoiding the sympathetic expression of his friend.

“What are you talking about, dude? She said hello. I think you’re making more than what it really is. You want more of a happy reaction because you’re feeling her, but she treated you like anyone would treat a friend or acquaintance.” Ernest sighed, standing up. “You’ll give yourself an ulcer if you try to analyze everything.”

“You leaving?”

“Yeah, so there’s no excuses why you can’t go over there and talk to her.”

Rob turned around. Now, Giselle was seated at her usual table. She wore headphones and wrote in a little notebook. His heart fluttered.

“Call me later.”

Rob nodded, never looking away from Giselle.

“Women don’t like men staring at them. It creeps them out,” Ernest teased.

They made eye contact. “Is that what you think happened?”

“It was a joke, dude.” Ernest shook his head. “You’re hopeless.”

Rob smiled. “Yeah hopelessly in love.”

“Corny, dude.”

They both chuckled.

Ernest left. Rob bit his nails. If he was going to make a move, it’d have to be now. She never stayed at Tony’s that long, only long enough to eat. Maybe Ernest was right? Maybe Giselle wasn’t even avoiding him? Maybe it was all in his head?

Rob gathered everything from the table, placed it on his tray, then dumped it into the trash can. He looked at Giselle again; he caught her glimpse over at him then quickly began writing. He smiled. Had she been sneaking peeks at him all this time like he’d been doing with her? With more confidence, he crossed the room to stand in line. He ordered a cannoli and another soda.

He took a deep breath before glancing over in Giselle’s direction again. Now or never. As he walked, different scenarios played in his head. Play it cool, he told himself. Yeah right. He couldn’t pretend like he didn’t care what she thought. She wasn’t just some girl. He wanted to impress her. If only she’d give Rob a clear sign of if it’d be okay to ask her out.

In the past, it was all right for him to sit at her table without asking first. She had seemed to enjoy it, so he decided to risk it tonight. He remained across from her instead of on the same side of the table. If across, he could better hide his sweat and nervousness. At least, he hoped.

Giselle scribbled something in her notebook, removed her ear buds from her ear, and looked up. She smiled at Rob while he returned the facial expression, raising an eyebrow. “Hey, Rob.”

His heart beat quickened with the mention of his name. ‘What’s up?”

“What’s up with you?”

Up the ante. Don’t stop unless a red light is given. “I enjoy the time we spend together.”

Giselle blushed. “Me too.”

“You look pretty in your outfit.” His cheeks flushed red. “Not that you don’t look pretty every day. I mean–“

“You look spiffy too. I love your scruff.”

Rob rubbed his chin in satisfaction. Good thing he hadn’t shaved this morning. If she wanted, he could grow it out to a beard. “You do?”

She nodded. “I’m attracted to scruff and messy hair. My friends tease that my type looks homeless.”

They laughed. Rob ran his fingers through his hair, disheveling it. If she wanted, he would throw his brush away. “This is the first time you’ve ever mentioned what your type is, physically speaking.”

“Was I supposed to tell you before?” she teased.

He scooted his plate to the center of the table. “Want some?”

Her eyes widened. “Dessert before my dinner? I can’t do that.”

“Says who?”

She bit her lower lip. With a hint of mischief in her eyes, she lifted up the fork and cut into the cannoli. She ate a piece. “Oh my gosh, this is so good.”

“Eat the rest of it.” Before she could turn the offer down, he said, “I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“Then I’m not taking no for an answer when I say my treat for next time.”

“Next time?” Rob smirked. “Who says there’ll be a next time?”

She frowned. She lowered her eyes onto the table and ate the cannoli.

Rob gulped. He took the teasing too far. How could he take it back? He studied her as she picked up her pen to write in her notebook. “I’m sorry. I was just kidding. It was a dumb joke; it won’t happen again.”

She continued to eat. Her silence tortured him.

“I would like nothing more than there to be a next time. Let’s hang out tomorrow.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?” he whispered, rubbing the back of his neck.

She thanked the waiter, who brought her stromboli out to her table. She turned her gaze back to Rob. “Want some?”

He shook his head.

“I can’t because I have a performance tomorrow night. I get to sing three songs.” She lifted up her notebook, then sat it back down. “That’s what I’m working on now.”

He grinned. “You sing?”

“Yeah, I’ve been really busy preparing, and now the big night is tomorrow.”

“I’ll be there. I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”


“Yeah, tell me when and where. I’ll be sitting in the front row.”

Giselle blushed. It eased his mind seeing her nervous around him. Maybe she felt the same way? Rob’s question was finally answered. Her mind was preoccupied and that’s why she wasn’t herself these past two Fridays. It had nothing to do with him at all. He was happy that he learned a secret about her.

He continued, “Sing me something now.”

She surveyed the room. “You want me to sing in this crowded place?”

“When I’m with you, it feels like we’re the only two people in the room.”

“Are you flirting with me, Rob?”

“Giselle, isn’t it obvious?” He kept a calm exterior even though he was freaking out inside.

“This is the first time you ever have.”

“Was I supposed to before?”

She smiled. She batted her eyelids, twirling her braid through her fingers. Studying his reaction, she sang, “Miss Mary Mack Mack Mack, all dressed in black black black, with silver buttons buttons buttons, all down her back back back.” She laughed.

He rubbed his chin, wishing she’d run her fingers through his facial hair. He joined the chorus of her laughter. “I see how it is. With that classic, I can see you winning the audience over.” He fidgeted with his hands. “Your show is at night, right? It’s not an all day thing, so we could get breakfast. How about IHOP?”

They locked passionate gazes. “I’d like that.”

How successful the night was going, maybe they could bypass friendship and head straight to dating. He’d let Giselle take the driver’s seat. Either way, he had a lot to talk to Ernest about once he called him later.


How To Attract An INTJ (Determined Strategist)

All INTJ’s have a desire for knowledge. We’re seduced by intimate emotional details of stories about other people. We don’t judge based on these stories since we have a desire to understand. Intellect is not the first thing that will attract an INTJ. Believe it or not, if you engage in their imagination and intuition, then you’re golden. Imagination allows us to understand stories; it allows us to feel a connection to another person by empathizing. Our intuition helps with imagination.

INTJ’s are system builders; we want to know the “whole” of something or someone. We tend to ask personal questions to find out the most important things about people if we have a romantic interest in them. We’re voyeurs–we want to know unique stories about people’s lives. The keyword: unique. If you want to grab an INTJ’s attention, then tell unusual things about yourself. Share your secrets.

If you can seduce an INTJ emotionally, then down the line you can seduce them physically. I can’t lie, we aren’t touchy-feely people no matter how much we may like someone. So our crush or love interest will have to initiate first contact.

Here’s the top ways to become attractive to an INTJ (I found these tips on a INTJ personality forum. I should probably join; we’re misunderstood. No wonder we need a support group hee hee):

1.  Realize that you’ve fallen in love with a nerd.

2.  Study your nerd carefully. She will have several interests. Pick a few and learn about them, enough that you can converse about them casually. Your INTJ will enjoy teaching you about the subject, and you can use that to your advantage, making her enjoy your company.

3.  Take time to learn the most common flaws in logic and how to spot them. Nothing impresses and attracts an INTJ more than being able to correctly identify flaws in logic. You’ll earn her respect and she’ll love the healthy debate/discussion.

4.  INTJ’s can’t easily identify flirting directed at them. You have to tell them in a casual way that you find yourself attracted to them and would like to try dating. If she’s interested, then she’ll definitely give you a chance. If you try to be subtle with flirting, she will honestly not get it. She’ll just think you’re being nice.

5.  INTJ’s basic form of communication is the logical argument. Engage them in it.

6.  For INTJ’s, staring into your eyes is the equivalent of making out, without the mess and bother. We rarely initiate physical contact. You’ll have to start off small, then we’ll get the message loud and clear that you’re interested in us.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby


How To Attract A Leo Woman

For the most part, you can probably spot a Leo a mile away. She’s the one telling grand stories while everyone listens attentively. She can make a walk on the sidewalk sound like the most amazing experience ever with her dramatic flair. In order to get her attention, you’d have to do 3 things:

1.  Give her attention. I can’t even lie, Leo’s love being center of attention. If we’re ignored, then we know how to get a person’s attention (even if it’s by being annoying hee hee). Make yourself known, show you have an interest in her, and adore her. She’ll appreciate that you’ve noticed her and won’t take that lightly.

  • Leos love storytelling. We love talking about ourselves and hearing about other peoples’ lives. Ask her questions to get her comfortable opening up to you in a personal way. Offer stories about yourself–we tend to love gossip.

2.  Keep her entertained. I can’t even lie, Leo’s tend to get bored very easily. Sometimes we’re quick to redirect our attention to someone else who captures our interest. Find creative things to do or interesting things to talk about with her. If you can make her laugh, you’re golden. Leo’s favorite combination: a comedy romance.

  • We love engaging in a child-like passionate approach to life. We love expressing ourselves no matter what. As long as the guy shows he can be fun, then it’ll be easier for the Leo to show more intimacy.

3.  Flattery will get you everywhere with a Leo. I can’t even lie, Leo’s tend to have egos (but everyone has them, right?). If you give her sincere compliments–not the carbon copy ones–then she’ll know you’re interested. That you think she’s special. Because let me tell ya, she already knows she’s special hee hee. If a Leo likes you, then she won’t be short with compliments unless she gets a vibe that it makes you uncomfortable, then she’d find another way to show that she appreciates your company, that she has an interest in you.

  • If you ever want to give her a gift, to Leo’s it’s the thought that counts, not the price tag. It makes us feel special that someone took the time to think of us in a creative way.


The worst thing for a Leo: losing the mystery or challenge. Once the puzzle is solved, Leo’s may go exploring for the next challenge or mystery. The key is not to lay it on too thick, especially when first meeting her, otherwise it’ll scare her off. She loves being chased. However, I can’t lie, we don’t compete for anyone’s affections or like to prove our worth. We’re awesome, and if someone doesn’t understand that, then they’re idiots (as you can see, we can be quite full of ourselves hee hee). Therefore, we never chase after someone. Leo’s are pretty patient and can wait things out. If it seems like the guy will never be interested, then Leo’s will more than likely move on to a new crush eventually.

Leo women are extremely loyal, sometimes to a fault. Once a commitment is made, she will stick by your side through thick and thin. She’ll never cheat. However, because of her natural charisma, men tend to flock to her; sometimes we’re natural flirts without meaning anything by it. This may cause jealousy among their partners, but the guys honestly have nothing to worry about. Leo’s think they’re the best and only want the best. So, trust me, she’ll put you on a pedestal–you’ll only have her heart. All she asks in return is for you to pay attention, flatter, and compliment her. But don’t get me wrong, Leo women tend to be independent and expect their mates to have an independent streak as well.

  • The only way you can truly know if a Leo woman is into you in a romantic sense (making sure she’s not just keeping you around because she likes your attention) is to ask her. We’re very responsive. My friends always tease that I don’t have a poker face. When we’re happy, we show it. When we’re sad, we show it. When we’re disappointed, we show it. When we’re nervous, we show it. You get the point…
  • Simply ask, “Hey, do you like me?” If she pauses for a long time or just mumbles “uhh..yeah” that means no. If she’s really into you, she’ll act giddy and have a big grin on her face while she talks about how long her crush has lasted, etc. Remember- Leos love to be entertained, but they also like to entertain as well. Her answer should be a grand spectacle of how much you mean to her–if she truly likes you and isn’t playing games. Or doesn’t just think of you as a friend.
  • Another way to test the waters without asking directly is to ignore her. If she acts upset or moody about it, then she’s interested in you. If she actively tries to get your attention, then she’s interested in you. If she doesn’t seem to notice or isn’t bothered by it, she’s not into you. If she hardly tries to contact you (especially if she doesn’t ask what’s wrong), then she’s not into you. Leos hate to be ignored by the people they admire.
  • Last but least, you can go to her friends and ask. If a Leo likes you in a romantic sense, then trust that her friends will know about it. We love to talk about the people who interests us. Who’s caught our fancy.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

Yawatta Hosby In A Nutshell

Do you think authors are hard to approach? I’ve heard through the grapevine that’s a stereotype for us. That we’re unapproachable. The majority of the writers/authors I meet in person are shy like me. We bond over our shared interest. So the question becomes: do you choose the profession or does the profession choose you?

I often wonder if I’m the Kristen Stewart of writers. Do I appear awkward in my own skin in front of strangers, even among friends? I’ve been a fan of hers since Panic Room, and I defend her personality any time someone tries to call her names. I know what it’s like to be judged, to be called snobby, boring, bitchy, ice queen, deadpan, without someone getting to know me first. Once we become friends or acquaintances, then they see the real me.  So, I sympathize with Kristen; she’s in the public eye–the public can be ruthless. At least with me, I can sit in the corner, going unnoticed, enjoying my peace.

Ever since I was a teenager, I’ve been obsessed with taking personality quizzes. I found my old notebook (started filling out pages since freshmen in college) with my quiz results. How approachable or unapproachable am I? You guys be the judge:


HR Department-31 to 40 points (33 pts)

Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful and practical. They see you as clever, gifted or talented, but modest…Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who’s extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expect the same loyalty in return. Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot to shake your trust in friends, but equally important that it takes you a long time to get over it if that trust is ever broken.

How well do you get along with others?

You can make friends with anyone and are always interested in what people have to say, but you can also spend time alone quite happily and without getting bored. You don’t overreact to things around you, and people consider you to be bit of a cool cucumber.

The secret of the fourth coin

Friendship is what you’re looking for. You want your relationship to be balanced between give and take, not too sweet nor romantic.

What type of personality do you have? A kind and gentle person

Your kindness is your charm–you are also gentle and sweet. Everybody likes to be around people with your personality. Like a psychologist, people like to talk to you to discuss their problems because you are proper and discrete, as well as confident. You look mature and people respect you. People with this kind of character are few and far between.


The squirrel

If someone who isn’t your type pledges their love for you, how do you handle the situation? You are considerate so they will only get your smile as a reply.

What’s your break-up style? Results: Let’s stay friends

Relationships are fine with you, but they’re not that important. You’d rather avoid the drama and have fun. So when it comes to breaking up, you try to get the ugly part over with and move as fast as you can into being pals. That’s a cool attitude to have, but be careful. Even the shortest relationships need a little healing time. We recommend taking a little break from your ex before diving right into friendship. Even if you don’t need the separation, your ex probably does.

What type of boyfriend/girlfriend is right for you? The artistic and confident type

You need a partner who quietly draws the real you out. Your partner must understand that you are very self-satisfied; therefore, you might not always be the best communicator. You need someone that loves to have fun, but also has the capability of concentrating on a great classic film. A creative and confident prospective is what you need. Stay far away from the needy ones!

What color heart do you have? Your heart is blue

Love is a doing word for you. You know it’s love when you treat each other well. You are a giving lover, but you don’t give too much. You expect something in return. Your flirting style: friendly. Your lucky first date: lunch at an outdoor cafe. Your dream lover: is both generous and selfish. What you bring to the relationship: loyalty.


How do you communicate? You communicate with your eyes

When you say, “I’ll believe it when I see it”–you really mean it. For you, what you see is a lot more important than what you hear. You don’t take someone’s words at face value. You judge people by their facial expressions, body language, and appearance. You tend to be quiet, but when you talk, you tend to make eye contact and describe things in colorful detail.

What number are you? You are 4: the individualist

You are sensitive and intuitive, with others and yourself. You are creative and dreamy…plus dramatic and unpredictable. You’re emotionally honest, real, and easily hurt. Totally expressive, others always know exactly how you feel. At your best: you are inspired, artistic, and introspective. You know what you’re thinking, and you can communicate it well. At your worst: you are melancholy, alienated, and withdrawn. Your fixation: envy. Your primary fear: to have no identity. Your primary desire: to find yourself. Other number 4’s: Alanis Morisette, Johnny Depp, J.D. Salinger, Jim Morrison, and Anne Rice.

What color is your brain? Your brain is purple

Of all the brain types, yours is the most idealistic. You tend to think wild, amazing thoughts. Your dreams and fantasties are intense. Your thoughts are creative, inventive, and without boundaries. You tend to spend a lot of time thinking of fictional people and places–or a very different life for yourself.

Check out your fear factor

You are easy-going. You understand the difference between fact and fiction. You like to research on your fears before getting nervous about it. This way you avoid unnecessary panic.


So, from this information, do you think I’m worth the effort of getting to know? To see for yourself how I am instead of relying on someone else’s opinion?

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby