Crazy
I’m crazy. At least that’s how it feels when you’re kinda in love. There’s this one particular girl who just makes my head spin these days. I seriously thinks she’s all that. And then some.
Just a few minutes ago I sent her a little message on facebook, asking her to think about if I could take her out for icecream. I know, I’m such a sissy. I sould just walk up to her and take her on my high horse and ride into the sunset. That, without having my hair resemble that of Hal Foster’s Prince Valiant, in any way of course.
Now I have to consider if she now already HAS seen the message, but just now don’t know how to break it to me that she’s already dating 3 of my best friends and pretty much think I’m a big fat nobody who should just not EVER even think of contacting her ever again.
See, I would have spared myself from that by being cool and tell it to her face. But the risk of her saying no on the spot ALWAYS keep me from that kind of behaviour. At least as long as I’m sober. MAN I’ve had some awkward moments practically shouting to a girl that I REALLY liked her, often just as the music dies out. You know, with guys laughing about it and commenting “Easy tiger” and so on. You gotta love that.
MAN I hope she is just a teeny tiny bit interested.
