Reason # 4,513 why I am the stupidest man alive:
Tonight I had the perfect opportunity to ask a girl out on a date, and I couldn't do it. She was cute, funny, straight, single, and without kids, and to boot, a creepy guy was hitting on her all throughout the night- and when the time came, I blew it. My friends told me to go ask her- they practically ordered me to do it, and I followed her out to the parking lot when the bar closed, exchanged some witty remarks with her and her friend, and was THIS close to saying something like, "I know we just met, but..."
And then it hit me- a swirling multitude of reasons why I shouldn't. Maybe it was one of them, maybe it was all of them. Maybe it was:
the fact that I moved back in with my mom
the fact that I don't have a job
the fact that I have a panic disorder
the fact that I dropped out of school
the fact that I was still pissed about the shitty show we played earlier that night
the fact that I might still have some issues about being an abused child
the fact that I'm too fat
the fact that quite a few times, I still don't like myself or think I'm good enough
Like I said, maybe it was one of them, maybe all of them. Whatever the reason, I let a perfectly good opportunity slip right through my fingers.
THIS is why I'm still single.
So what did I do instead? I drove home and stopped on the way for cigarettes and ice cream. Al was right- nice guys don't finish last- spineless ones do.
God, I really fuckin' suck.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to.
*goes back to beating head against wall*
Tonight I had the perfect opportunity to ask a girl out on a date, and I couldn't do it. She was cute, funny, straight, single, and without kids, and to boot, a creepy guy was hitting on her all throughout the night- and when the time came, I blew it. My friends told me to go ask her- they practically ordered me to do it, and I followed her out to the parking lot when the bar closed, exchanged some witty remarks with her and her friend, and was THIS close to saying something like, "I know we just met, but..."
And then it hit me- a swirling multitude of reasons why I shouldn't. Maybe it was one of them, maybe it was all of them. Maybe it was:
the fact that I moved back in with my mom
the fact that I don't have a job
the fact that I have a panic disorder
the fact that I dropped out of school
the fact that I was still pissed about the shitty show we played earlier that night
the fact that I might still have some issues about being an abused child
the fact that I'm too fat
the fact that quite a few times, I still don't like myself or think I'm good enough
Like I said, maybe it was one of them, maybe all of them. Whatever the reason, I let a perfectly good opportunity slip right through my fingers.
THIS is why I'm still single.
So what did I do instead? I drove home and stopped on the way for cigarettes and ice cream. Al was right- nice guys don't finish last- spineless ones do.
God, I really fuckin' suck.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to.
*goes back to beating head against wall*
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cheech:
Asking people out is hard n scary. Don't feel bad about it. The same situation would have me all acid-stomachy and sweaty and shaky and freaked-out...I'd look like Ozzy does nowadays...
godzuki:
hey the man - nice to see you again (in seemingly forever) last night, however briefly... they really need to bring the karaoke out into the alley, so we're not so separated 