I have not yet managed to secure a date for this week and I'm starting to go into panic mode. This may be the first week where I have to face my fears and actually ask a guy out. For real. Just thinking about it makes me start hyperventilating. My heart is racing, blood is pumping. Just from the mention of this thing.
OK, a few deep breaths, better.
I was awkward, at best, in high school. Junior year I was on the prom comittee and was supposed to try to be at the prom, but no one asked me. I thought I would take matters into my own hands, by asking a lovely boy named Bobby. I had a little crush on Bobby, but nothing that made me a tongue-tied mess around him or anything. So one day I decided to just go up and ask, 'Hey Bobby, would you like to go to prom with me?' 'No'.... That's it. Just NO with no explanation, no 'hey I'm broke and don't want to spend the money,' nothing. The most painful part, though, actually, was setting up the decorations that afternoon, and then going home. Ouch, I think that still might hurt a little.