my New Year's Resolution...
Okay. Here is, basically, the text of an entry from some days ago. Some weeks ago, actually.
So there's the GSA dance on Thursday night. If I'm not going to a movie with Becky, Megan, Dana, Candy, Blake, and Sean, I'll be going to it. If I go to it, I'd like to have a date, and although Megan's offer was very kind, I'd like to have a date who's actually attracted to women, if possible.
So there's this girl. She's bi, or so I have been led to believe. And she's beautiful. And I would really, honestly, desperately like to go to the dance with her. (Look, I've had a crush on her since the first day of Cardinal Camp, all right? I was talking to Jenna, I turned around, and there across the multi-purpose room was this girl with pinkish hair and a plaid scrunchie and I was pretty much doomed right there and then.) Issue: she has no clue who in the fuck I am.
So... help? How do I get this insanely perfect girl to go to the dance with some chick whose name she doesn't even know?
I decided that, hey, it's the New Year, I'm 18 years old, I'm a sensible person, and I don't have to be such a wuss about this. I decided to just come right out and say who the aforementioned insanely perfect girl is. But I am, in fact, too much of a wuss (she has been known to read this journal on occasion). Therefore, I am asking you to vote in comments. Should I fess up? Or should I remain a wuss? It's in your hands now.
So there's the GSA dance on Thursday night. If I'm not going to a movie with Becky, Megan, Dana, Candy, Blake, and Sean, I'll be going to it. If I go to it, I'd like to have a date, and although Megan's offer was very kind, I'd like to have a date who's actually attracted to women, if possible.
So there's this girl. She's bi, or so I have been led to believe. And she's beautiful. And I would really, honestly, desperately like to go to the dance with her. (Look, I've had a crush on her since the first day of Cardinal Camp, all right? I was talking to Jenna, I turned around, and there across the multi-purpose room was this girl with pinkish hair and a plaid scrunchie and I was pretty much doomed right there and then.) Issue: she has no clue who in the fuck I am.
So... help? How do I get this insanely perfect girl to go to the dance with some chick whose name she doesn't even know?
I decided that, hey, it's the New Year, I'm 18 years old, I'm a sensible person, and I don't have to be such a wuss about this. I decided to just come right out and say who the aforementioned insanely perfect girl is. But I am, in fact, too much of a wuss (she has been known to read this journal on occasion). Therefore, I am asking you to vote in comments. Should I fess up? Or should I remain a wuss? It's in your hands now.
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wibble. and :-D
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I appreciate the support, though, and the sort-of-vote. (And, on a tangentially related subject, that was one hell of a Merry Smutmas fic!)