Okay, this is screwed up, but in a way I can definitely handle. A week ago, I was in horrible shape. Anyone on my ICQ list knows that. That had lasted for a fair bit of my wasted summer I spent in self-pity. Well, that all changed last night, and during the events that led up to it. I was bitching about my friends not being around, never calling me. After a while of calling them, we started finally doing things again, hanging out. With some help, I managed to remedy a problem in my life. And I think you know the other major factor that left, boy and girls... the opposite sex. Well, this past week I went to visit a buddy in the next town where he goes to work, and stays with his grandparents. That was cool. After that I went to visit some other dudes at a happy little fast food place here in town. I had nothing else to do. Well, my two friends were there, but so was a vixen of such gracious, inequalable beauty and grace I couldn't see how she was even working there (of course she'd deny any comment about her looks, why do girls do that?!). SOMEHOW we got to talking. It got to the point to where I got a friend who works there to check the schedule to see when she was working next... and yes, isn't that just the coolest, most brave thing I could do? Yeah, pretty lame I know. Anyway... I went back last night. No one was with me, no one else I really knew well was working. Geez... when I pulled in to the parking lot I just said to myself, "What the hell are you doing?!" I didn't know, but damned if I wasn't going to find out. It was about time I snapped myself out of all the crap I irrigated myself with. No one else was going to do it. So, after telling that part of my mind to shut the blue hell up I struggled into the place. What the hell was I doing there though? Well, getting food I guess, but its not like I could be too hungry, you know... nervousness and all. I managed to order up some food, managed to slur some word fragments, pretty much what I had expected I'd do. No true acts of bravery.
Then something more than a little strange happened. I sat down, and the manager approached me. I just looked up from my tray and she started talking. She says to me, "Look, if you want to go out with ---- then you have to ask her and be specific with the when and what and be sure." I was dumbfounded! I just sat there with probably the stupidest look of all time plastered upon my face and I said, "Holy crap, is it THAT obvious?!" I didn't think I was THAT bad! But no, she had "heard" that some guy with "crazy hair" liked the female in question. That was sort of a relief, I guess. ANYWAY... I stuck around til close and after we just talked outside. For quite a while too I think, seeing as how I was supposed to have the van home for midnight... oh well. Like I cared! So yeah, it was getting late (and cold!) so we went over to my van and I was all ready to inquire if maybe she had a free day or something...?
BUT...
I mean the instant before I did... she asked me. You don't know how cool it is for me to type those words... she asked me. All my body functions skipped a beat about then. I mean, I thought when she refused the Kinder Egg I was done for, but no. I have been smiled on.
And with any luck, I am not going to screw this up.
Yeehaa! Back, cowboy!
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