So how do we let guys know it's okay to ask us out?
It happens a lot here at this place. I order one thing and it’s never quite what I imagined. For instance, chicken apple panini doesn’t look a thing like chicken or apples and the spinach salad is always more fruit than spinach.
And I’m not even picky, I promise.
Last night the tears were threatening to spill over and, while I have overactive tear ducts when it comes to loving my friend’s kids or those soldiers coming home from the war videos, rarely do I let myself cry on account of my own life. But I sat there on the couch while my roommate promised me I’d get married someday while simultaneously telling me that perhaps I was a bit too picky.
“Too picky?!” I asked incredulously. I just want him to be smarter that me, really, that’s it. He can be anything else, I don’t really care, he can be bald, he can be old, he can be grey, he can be younger than me, he can have five kids, I don’t care. He just needs to be smarter than me.
She cocks an eyebrow at me and her grin starts slowly until we’re both laughing at me. I’ve been asked out five times in the past week and haven’t gone out yet with one of those guys.
I’m that sort of hopeless. [Read more...]
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