Have you ever had one of those mornings when you have a really hard time getting out of bed, and then, after being awake for a few hours, you realize, "Today just really isn't my day!" It's even worse when you have two in a row, and when one of them is on a Monday, which is inherently the worst day of the week anyway.
Well, this morning was like that for me. Last night I resolved to ask this guy out for this play this weekend. He's in my FHE group, and is just a really great guy. I found out from a friend that I he's not interested in anyone right now, but thinks I'm a cool girl and would be really fun to go on a date with. I was super excited and my neighbor was going to ask this guy she thinks is cool.
Well, I skipped my 8 o'clock class because was completely unprepared for it. My neighbor came over and told me she didn't want to go anymore. We thought of another guy for her to ask, but, then found out that he is dating someone, or at least we think he is. So, now she's at work debating it with other friends, and I'm totally bummed out. See, it's totally perfect for me to ask the guy that I was going to ask because he's not interested in anyone, and I'm not interested in anyone, so there would be no pressure and we would just have fun. Sometimes it's just nice to go on a date every once in a while. But, I don't ask guys out very often... Just because there seems to be the connotation that if I actually put forth the effort to ask a guy, I must like him. So, I'm essentially too chicken to go on a single date with him, even though I know it would be really fun. Single dates are almost inherently awkward as a first date.
So, I went for a walk and called my mom and my friend, but no one was home. I'm seriously on the verge of tears. How lame. Anyway, I refuse to start my week this way. So, I'm not going to class. I've made the executive decision to take the day off from school and work and get caught up in my classes. So, now I'm sitting in my room wearing sunglasses and blasting my music, with my window wide open, enjoying the weather as much as possible.
I'll start my week tomorrow, with my Pearl of Great Price class at 8 a.m.
Happy 8th Birthday Everett!
7 years ago
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