So I’ve been crushing on this guy I have for my American Lit (1865-1915) class ever since I saw him. Yet I never had the chance to talk to him. That is until the universe conspired to have us both in the same group for a presentation on Allen Ginsburg( what are the chances right?!). It turns out he’s hilarious and smart, two of the most important features I look for in a guy.
In any case we traded phone numbers and emails so of course, I Facebook stalked him! This led me to fall deeper in this crush I’ve been laying in. For what do you know? Not only is he into the same authors and tv shows I love, he’s also way into Pokemon!! He even dressed as Red for Halloween last year.
Upon seeing this I took it upon myself to start wearing my Pokemon shirts in hopes that he’d notice me. Lo and behold, he did!
I wore my Mew shirt today and he waited for me after class, until I was done talking to this girl I share the book with, then told me just how awesome he thought my shirt was!
At this point I could have said, “Thanks! I’m that guy who’ll never get over Pokemon, are you into them?”
To which he would respond with, “of course I am! Do you play the games?”
In turn I would say,” duh! Do you? If so we should hang out and trade sometime!”
He’d naturally say,” totally!”
And hence our first date would be set.
Instead, the following occurred:
After his compliment I responded with, “thanks, it was my mom’s in the 80s!”
He laughed and said, “that’s cool!”
I the proceeded to discontinue eye contact and race out the door!
Why can’t I act like the confident gay man I would otherwise be if I didn’t have a crush on him!?!! Grrrrr!
That is all.