Falling once again?

The classic story always starts with "So, there's this guy..." Mine is gonna start this way:

So, there's this guy...
No wait, it's too tacky. I think I'm gonna write a little story about this.

When she first saw him, all she could think was; "wow, he's... not good looking." His hair was short, he was not tall but not short either, his eyes were no noticable color, he was the average Joe. She thought; "well, maybe I'll like him when I get to know him better."
She didn't talk much to him in a while, but at some point they got to know each other a little better than before. When he was away she found out that she missed him. This was weird 'cause she didn't expect it but she let it pass. She thought her mind was playing tricks. One day she heard that he was seeing one of her friends. They'd kissed, someone had said. And she had this feeling in her stomach.. Not a good feeling, no, probably the worst kind of feeling; jealousy. She thought to herself; "get a grip, forget about him, he's not for you," but still she couldn't stop thinking about him. When spring finally arrived she was in love. Not with him, no, with the feeling of being in love. When they talked he flirted, but she had to let it go. The more they talked, the more butterflies started to occur. She just found some pictures of him and her friend at a bar where they were sitting pretty close. She felt bad about herself; she had no right to be jealous when sne never even told him what she was feeling. But it was killing her. She had a hard time dealing with this, 'cause the last time she had allowed herself to fall in love, he had burned her. She felt scarred for life. She felt the need to lock her heart and never open it again. Never allow anyone to get close to her. This was very painful; she had always had an open mind (and heart). Still she talked to him like nothing was going on, asking him everyday stuff like she used to. Her body was filling with music and there was no other room left. No room for food, blood, bones, nerves. She felt the bass in her heart, she felt the rhythm in her fingers. This was too much for her. She had to forget about him while he was gone.