I officially asked a guy out on a date. I have been on dates with guys of course, but I have never "officially" asked, its always been, "hey lets get together sometime" or "you like alcohol? I like alcohol!" I have never actually officially asked for a date. And today I did, well sort of. I did it through text message. Does that still count? It removes the fear of rejection, and the pain of having to ask in person and get shot down, but it also increases the chances of being shot down. Its much easier to say no to someone if you dont have to stare into their puppy dog eyes welling up with tears while you do it. Unless you're a cold, heartless bitch who gets their jollies from crushing peoples souls.
So, I asked, regardless of the method, I still asked. And as soon as I hit the send button on my phone I immediately wished Steve Jobs would get off his lazy ass and invent the unsend button. It was gone, out there in space on its way to the guys phone... at least back in the olden days if you sent a letter you could go mug the mailman and get it back before he delivered it, now everything is instant. You think something, and poof! Its sent. It seriously will one day get to the point where all we will have to do is think, "Man, I bet Janet looks hot naked..." and bam a second later Janet is reading a message from you that says, "send me a naked picture please." Anyway, off topic, not that the topic itself is all that fascinating... I sent the message, two minutes went by. Nothing. Ten minutes went by, nothing. Twenty-five went by, and nothing. We were texting back and forth before I had asked, and the moment I asked the texting stopped. Honestly, people just like to make me squirm. You ever get the feeling that God has a punching bag, and sometimes he likes to just tape a picture of you to it and go to town?
After a grueling, agonizing, undetermined amount of time I finally got a response to the question.
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