Leaving it up to Fate
For those of you I, for one reason or another, haven't discussed this with as of late: my mild interest in codename: Shorty (I seriously just don't know her name, and she's...well, short) has become something like infatuation. Last I saw her was a month ago, but we got to enjoy a fairly small conversation.
She seemed happy to see me. She was flattered by my comment on what she was going to college for (to be a social worker, God bless her). She commented on how long it had been since she saw me last. And...that has been messing with my head. Why? Because now I find myself inventing some idle dream that she (someone who's actually probably 23 or so, despite her looking about 16) is actually interested in me. That she isn't taken. That she isn't a drunk (after all, I only ever see her at my department...but rarely, so I'm going to be hopeful and nix that option).
So I'm not inventing several scenerios in which I successfully manage to garner her number. And it's torturous.
See...I'm generally awesome at getting friends together who like eachother. I can sense that shit with them. But when it comes to my romantic life? Hoooo no, it breaks. Well, not counting my last two girlfriends. I knew they liked me back, I just had trouble formulating a good way to finally ask them out.
Amanda, feel free to boost my ego falsely and correct me on this, but I have a feeling it was never a good way. They were just both great girls (despite Courtney being half pure evil out of my spite) and said yes despite my idiocy. Didn't I ask you out near a Carl's Junior? Lawls.
I don't know what this was supposed to be for. All in all, I'm leaving it up to fate. I hope to God she comes in again and gives me a chance to ask her what I want to, if only her name, but we'll see.
We'll see.
She seemed happy to see me. She was flattered by my comment on what she was going to college for (to be a social worker, God bless her). She commented on how long it had been since she saw me last. And...that has been messing with my head. Why? Because now I find myself inventing some idle dream that she (someone who's actually probably 23 or so, despite her looking about 16) is actually interested in me. That she isn't taken. That she isn't a drunk (after all, I only ever see her at my department...but rarely, so I'm going to be hopeful and nix that option).
So I'm not inventing several scenerios in which I successfully manage to garner her number. And it's torturous.
See...I'm generally awesome at getting friends together who like eachother. I can sense that shit with them. But when it comes to my romantic life? Hoooo no, it breaks. Well, not counting my last two girlfriends. I knew they liked me back, I just had trouble formulating a good way to finally ask them out.
Amanda, feel free to boost my ego falsely and correct me on this, but I have a feeling it was never a good way. They were just both great girls (despite Courtney being half pure evil out of my spite) and said yes despite my idiocy. Didn't I ask you out near a Carl's Junior? Lawls.
I don't know what this was supposed to be for. All in all, I'm leaving it up to fate. I hope to God she comes in again and gives me a chance to ask her what I want to, if only her name, but we'll see.
We'll see.