Today... the day I get to see Cait. Tell you how it goes... 
[This was 12:30 P.M., from my cell phone]
Edited at 11:00 P.M.
So, the after effect... I didn't ask Cait anything. I was right there, in front of her, working on the opposite side of the bench, cutting my puff pastry dough for apple turnovers, and I was about to ask her to go to dinner with me after class... When the voice in the back of my head told me I wasn't ready to ask her. I have this paranoia about things, and when this paranoia takes over, I usually listen to it. I thought I was going to go in today, and have the guts to ask her out, when it hits me. The head said go, and the heart said not yet. I noticed she had eye liner on, and it drove me wild. Maybe she did it for me, maybe she didn't. Am I a lame ass for not wanting to ask her just yet, or should I just go in with guns blazing and ask her out?
[This was 12:30 P.M., from my cell phone]
Edited at 11:00 P.M.
So, the after effect... I didn't ask Cait anything. I was right there, in front of her, working on the opposite side of the bench, cutting my puff pastry dough for apple turnovers, and I was about to ask her to go to dinner with me after class... When the voice in the back of my head told me I wasn't ready to ask her. I have this paranoia about things, and when this paranoia takes over, I usually listen to it. I thought I was going to go in today, and have the guts to ask her out, when it hits me. The head said go, and the heart said not yet. I noticed she had eye liner on, and it drove me wild. Maybe she did it for me, maybe she didn't. Am I a lame ass for not wanting to ask her just yet, or should I just go in with guns blazing and ask her out?
vianca:
thanks a million! Im uber nervous!