28/01/2010
She wants to meet? Oh my! I’m worried now. We had such a good thing going so far. It was fun. I mean it would be great meeting her and all but I’m so nervous now. What should I wear? Girls do care about how guys look right? And what the hell am I supposed to say? And she wants to meet me alone.
Wait… I missed the fact that she wants to go out with me! And also that she was the one to ask me out. What kind of a guy am I? I should have been the one to ask her out. That’s like the normal thing to do! But then again, I’m not normal am I? Argh… I seem to have got her disease of blabbering stuff! What am I going to do?
Long breaths, long breaths! Breathe in, breathe out! What the hell? I’m even writing stuff that I’m supposed to do! This is crazy! Okay, I like this girl too, but I’ve never even met her in person! Why the hell is it that I’m getting so nervous about all this? It’s not like my first rodeo or something. Umm… on second thought, it probably is!
I should probably calm down and think things through. Oh yeah, how did I forget, the pencil! It was cute. I mean I’ve never seen a mechanical pencil with a teddy bear for a clicker but what the hell right? It was kind of embarrassing to use today but I can’t seem to be able to put it down for some reason. God am I a hopeless romantic! I wonder what she’d say if she knew.
Well I guess it’s safe to assume that both of us don’t know what’s going to happen when we finally meet. I’m so nervous, I’m not sure I can even write a word before I meet her either. Well, whatever happens, I’ll try to put on my best behavior I guess. She is the best girl I know and I should probably not endanger what we’ve got so far.
Oh wait! I forgot something really and truly important! She invited me to a dance! I don’t know how to dance. I haven’t danced sober since I was like 7 and I danced around with my grandmother. The waltz and the chicken dance were all something I did while I was drunk. Who cares where your hands and feet go when you’re drunk right? Will that do?
What the hell am I thinking? How is that supposed to cut it? It’s a formal dance! I’m not sure she’d like the underwear butt twirl I did when I was seven or the random movement of held hands and wobbly feet like during that drunken waltz. Oh this is such a nightmare! I’m definitely going to be dumped even before I get a girlfriend!
I simply have no clue what I’m supposed to do on the 10th! I guess I’ll just have to wing it! Let it take me wherever it does. I’ve survived this long haven’t I? How bad can it really be? That’s right! Be positive and think positive. Let’s hope for the best! It’s a good thing she won’t be reading any of the stuff I’m writing here anymore. It may even be the best thing ever that’s ever happened to me!
