So tonight was my last shot to ask James S. out. Been checkin' him out every night in my media planning class all semester and I had planned on giving him my business card after my final presentation. I even wrote some i'm-trying-to-be-so-nonchalant-about-it note on the back with my mobile number.
I felt ready after a kick-ass presentation--he was up next.
I was expecting for him and I to cross paths on my way out while he made his way to the interview room . Professor changed his mind and went back to the holding room to go through his last set of presentations there. So James took a 180 and followed the professor's lead.
But James was right in front of me for 3 flat seconds before that! I could have just handed the damn card to him, smiled, and walked away. But nooooooooo. The boy who calls himself "Frisky" froze like a garden gnome.
I'm so chickenshit.
love,
Frisky McNugget
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