I passed fifteen, unfortunately. Or thankfully, I'm still deciding
As I was going home from work today, the co-worker asks me if I have any plans for tonight. Let me describe to you what happened:
Me: *beams* Japanese class!
Him: Oh, right - it's Thursday. How're things going with That Guy?
And I did not say "Well, when you count me refusing to make passes that consist of trying to nonchalantly stroke down his arm like a total creeper after last week's half-hour chat... we have half-hour chats, just the two of us!"
What I did say was: "...I am terrible at those. Seriously. I have no idea how to come on to somebody. I MIGHT NEED HELP. D:"
Complete with blushing, I suspect.
But, seriously. I seem to have been stuck in the phase where you write little notes to the person you like, with "Do you like me? Y/N" on them, and then hope for the best. And that's kind of MORTIFYING.
...Fifteen minutes until I leave for class!
Me: *beams* Japanese class!
Him: Oh, right - it's Thursday. How're things going with That Guy?
And I did not say "Well, when you count me refusing to make passes that consist of trying to nonchalantly stroke down his arm like a total creeper after last week's half-hour chat... we have half-hour chats, just the two of us!"
What I did say was: "...I am terrible at those. Seriously. I have no idea how to come on to somebody. I MIGHT NEED HELP. D:"
Complete with blushing, I suspect.
But, seriously. I seem to have been stuck in the phase where you write little notes to the person you like, with "Do you like me? Y/N" on them, and then hope for the best. And that's kind of MORTIFYING.
...Fifteen minutes until I leave for class!