... Hesitation. [0830.1999]

Huh. Mariela - my friend's cousin from Uraguay - just flew to New York. I'd asked her how long she was staying here and she said three months. I meant Atlanta. I guess she meant America. Whoops.

I barely knew her, but I was kind of looking forward to talking with her. She doesn't speak hardly English yet, but she wants to learn. [I bought her a little english mini-course as a present.. I guess it was a going-away present! :)]

Now I'm a little bummed that I didn't try to talk to her more when we all went out the other night. Not that I knew that much then (I've been using a lot of memory tricks for efficient learning), but I still could have made more of an effort.

This boils down to something I've run into again and again: hesitation. I can't count the number of times I've wanted to talk to someone - whether it was a group of people having an interesting conversation, or just a nice looking girl I wanted to meet - and I didn't go talk to them. Or had something to say in a conversation, and not said it.

"He who hesitates.. Waits... and waits..."

I need to work on that.