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Gonna Put My Money Where My Mouth Is (Sunday, Feb. 22, 2009 - 5:13 p.m.) So Steve is coming over to watch Oscars (along with a few other friends). I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna summon all the balls I have and just (assuming I can get a few private moments with him) ask him out. No games, no subtleties. Just "Hey, Steve, would you like to go on a date?" There are a few wild cards. One is that there is a new girl going to be here. Ken's got me covered there. He's volunteered to be my wing man and has specific directions on when to run interference. Hannah has also decided to come (she had been invited before the whole Steve thing). She seems overly conscientious of not pissing me off right now, so that should be fine. And plus I think Ken will cover me there as well. The bottom line is why torture myself. I know I am taking the risk that he will not only say no but also not want to be around me anymore. But the truth is that it has never gone down like that with anyone else. And even though Steve and I have been getting closer as of late, he is nowhere near entrenched into my heart as Nahuel was, nor as entrenched in every piece of my existence as Ken was. So I guess I'm trying to convince myself that worst case scenario is that I get a new best friend. Not so bad if you ask me. -CRbE |
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