I've decided, you guys. I'm going to do it. I'm going to commit and just fucking do it. People tell me to ask on friday, because then, if he says no, I won't have to see his face for a few days.
But that got me thinking: I don't have any classes with him. We have classes near each other, but it's all about timing.
And as for not seeing his face: I see it every fucking day. In my head. On facebook. It's like a ghost you can't get rid of, no matter how many times you tell it to fuck off.
Another person suggested Wednesday, that way I won't have to wait that long for the weekend, and by the time the weekend hits, I won't feel as "depressed" or "sad" when I'm alone for two whole days.
I'm not sure it really matters which one I do. It's not like I'm going to be so depressed that I'm going to slit my wrists or some shit.
If he says no, then fuck him. He doesn't deserve me. College is right around the corner. I'll have 28,000+ guys to choose from then. How do you like me now, bitch?
But I have no idea if he'll say no or not. So I can't start thinking bitterly right now. He may say yes, simply because he's a nice guy. But I don't want a pity date.
Which only leaves one option: To prepare for what his answer may be. And believe me, I've prepared. Run stimulations through my mind. I think I've got this down.
Or at least, I hope so.
So if I don't write to you guys before the time I ask, assume that I am crossing my fingers behind my back and shyly asking him to the dance, fluttering eyelids, quivering lip and all. (Though I definitely won't be doing those on purpose. Watch me die of nervousness haha)
Oh, and wish me luck, because I need every drop of it I can get.
But that got me thinking: I don't have any classes with him. We have classes near each other, but it's all about timing.
And as for not seeing his face: I see it every fucking day. In my head. On facebook. It's like a ghost you can't get rid of, no matter how many times you tell it to fuck off.
Another person suggested Wednesday, that way I won't have to wait that long for the weekend, and by the time the weekend hits, I won't feel as "depressed" or "sad" when I'm alone for two whole days.
I'm not sure it really matters which one I do. It's not like I'm going to be so depressed that I'm going to slit my wrists or some shit.
If he says no, then fuck him. He doesn't deserve me. College is right around the corner. I'll have 28,000+ guys to choose from then. How do you like me now, bitch?
But I have no idea if he'll say no or not. So I can't start thinking bitterly right now. He may say yes, simply because he's a nice guy. But I don't want a pity date.
Which only leaves one option: To prepare for what his answer may be. And believe me, I've prepared. Run stimulations through my mind. I think I've got this down.
Or at least, I hope so.
So if I don't write to you guys before the time I ask, assume that I am crossing my fingers behind my back and shyly asking him to the dance, fluttering eyelids, quivering lip and all. (Though I definitely won't be doing those on purpose. Watch me die of nervousness haha)
Oh, and wish me luck, because I need every drop of it I can get.
