A Chart

3/31/2011 The Romantic 1 Comments

I really should be editing an English paper right now....

But I'm not.

Everyone has been telling me to make a chart of all the boys in my love life... SO I did that instead of my dumb English paper. I think it was a better use of my time. Right?

Our Dear Sir: I know you all were hoping for an epic love story here. Well guess what!? There turned out to be one! It just wasn't mine. Our Dear Sir and Shy Guy are actually one in the same. From what I understand, he has found someone that he gets along with quite nicely.... Who needs match.com when you have the Austen blog, right?

Egg Guy: As I mentioned before, we met at Good Girl's birthday party. He left his number on an egg. I texted it. Next thing you know, I have a date. It went really well. So he asked me out again for this Friday. And I said yes.

Mr. Ute: I also met Mr. Ute at a birthday party. (I know it's confusing, but you're following right?) We text all day long. It's great. He adores his nephews; which I adore. He drove down to see me on Sunday night. And then we had a date at Velor on Tuesday (this also might be confusing because my first date with Egg Guy was also at Velor last Friday). But this date was even better than the one with Egg Guy. You probably don't want all the mushy details right? Well, I'll write a few just to quell the requests of those who do. As we listened to the sweet tunes of Rocky Votolato, Mr. Ute stood behind me, hands on my shoulders while gently crooning the melodies into my ear. And then later he wrapped his arms around me, enveloping me in one of those hugs from behind that are just absolutely my favorite. After the concert's end, we met up with the rest of the people in our group, and he just leaned down and kissed the top of my head. (CUTE) Later in the car, he grabbed my hand, thanked me for coming, and then promptly kissed the back of my hand. Can you see why were all rooting for him?

But remember how there's still that date with Egg Guy this Friday night?
After much deliberation with several people, I decided to talk to Mr. Ute about it. It went well. He said he knew we'd only been out on one date, but he hopes I know that he likes me and would like take me out on more dates.

umm. ok. I'm very much a fan of that.

Last night we skyped because Salt Lake is sooo far away. There are literally mountains between us. Lame. But we are going to meet up sometime to watch conference for a session or two this weekend.

So have you got it all sorted?

Because I think I do ;-)

-the Romantic

ps. What about the mission thing? Well, we aren't telling him about that... I'm not leaving for a good six months anyway...

As if you hadn't had enough cute stories lately...

3/28/2011 The Romantic 1 Comments

I fell in love with this blog last week. Most of you probably already read it. But I wanted to share that adorable story anyway.

Also, not that I'm getting married anytime soon. But I love this wedding dress. (The groom is the lead singer in my favorite local band ... Guess I'll have to cross being a groupie off my To Do list)

Here's a little romantic ditty for you:


That song was included on the mix Mr. Ute gave me.
Hanging out with him last night was good. But I was having conniptions inside every time he put his arm around me... I'm a bit wary of relationships after everything that happened with Sweater Guy. Even if it was last August.

There was however the awkward hug goodbye at the doorstep. We're talking painfully awkward. I'm still cringing about it. He told me later he thought it was funny though.

Here's where the guilt sets in. Egg Guy asked me out for a second date this afternoon! And I said yes.
I'm not dating either of them... So I shouldn't feel guilty about going on dates with the both of them. Right?

I'm also getting sick... It's probably the guilt taking effect.

And then there's still the matter of my mission papers that are not quite being filled out yet... We're waiting until after finals to start that. But still...

Well, happy Monday readers! I hope your love lives are less complicated than mine.

-the Romantic

A Response

3/27/2011 The Virgin 6 Comments

So the internet is being weird and this comment isn't showing up.

Lame.

But, this was too cute so we had to share it with you guys.


B^4 left this comment on "The Perfect Moment: A Guest Post From the Shy Guy":

"We know her, and she saw this!!! Check out her response:

http://thebubblys.blogspot.com/2011/03/perfect-respone-guest-post-from-not-so.html

p.s. we love you guys!"

We love you guys too! Seriously, the comments and responses that we get from you make this blog worth while.

Ciao bellas,
The Anti-Austens

Playing the Field

3/27/2011 The Romantic 0 Comments

I've never been one of those girls that's had options before.

In fact, I've always been used to having no options; which has driven me to the point of almost desperation where I would date a house plant if I could because at least they appreciate my nurturing attention.

But on Friday afternoon, I found myself texting two boys during English class! (Ok, so normally I don't text during class. But ENGL 311 sucks the very living soul from my body) And I was flirting with both of them... And it made me so flustered that I told one of them I needed to go. We've discussed my emotional constitution for dating on this blog before; and I have to say, I'm just not cut out for playing the field. Not only can my heart not love two men at the same time, it can't even be interested in two men at the same time.

So down to business.

Friday night was a blast! I'm not sure if it was due Egg Guy, or due to the fact that the performances were amazing. Dating Tip alert! Crowded places are a great idea for a date. You can lean in close for conversation, grab onto your date so you don't "lose" them. It breaks the awkward physical barrier that seems to occur on most first dates I've been on.

The conversation flowed pretty well. He didn't seem intimidated by the fact that I'm thinking about a doctorate. Most guys never say it, but in the pupils of their eyes, I can see their mini-selves fleeing at the though of being with an ambitious woman.

The awkward part: The date lasted waaaay too long. I didn't have the heart to tell him that no one shows up for all the shows right when they begin. So we were there from 8-12. And then he wanted to get ice cream. Dating Tip alert #2! Please don't make the dates too long!

The other awkward part: No good night hug. Talk about an awkward door step scene.

I did send a PDT the next day. But not without much deliberation about it with the roomies. Because, well, you see, there's this other guy I really like.

Mr. Ute. We're all rooting for him (and by we, I mean me, my roomies, and our favorite guy apartment). Remember how he was supposed to come over yesterday and drop off a mixed cd for me? Well, things didn't work out as planned, and in my monthly hormonal meltdown, I immediately took that to mean he didn't want to see me. (YES, I KNOW I'M A CRAZY PANTS)

But those fears were thrown out the window when we were talking about Pride & Prejudice. He said he'd never seen it. I told him how tragic that was. And that it was my favorite movie (what else would be?), so if he was looking for anyone to watch it with....

He then replied: Hmmm an offer to watch a movie with a beautiful, amazing girl...I'm gonna have to go with yes (insert bashful giggle here)

He is going to come down tonight and see me instead. Which I'm totally fine with. My worries: Will the face to face interaction live up to our textual relations? and This guy won't break my heart will he? I've had too much of that lately....

wish me luck
-the Romantic

The Perfect Moment: A Guest Post from the Shy Guy

3/25/2011 The Romantic 4 Comments

Here’s a story to help you girls understand just a little better what us guys are thinking on our side of being friends/in a relationship.

So about a month ago I met a girl in my ward because we were put in to the same FHE group. I had never met her before because although we are supposed to know everyone in our ward she and I had different groups of friends we talked to at ward activities.

So I now find myself in her FHE group and it turns out that our whole family, except for me and a couple of her roommates really don’t come out for FHE. So that first night turns in to her and I just talking till I had to go for the night and as I was driving home I was thinking, “I might like this set up with our less active family” (not that I enjoy the thought of all those less active people, but you get the idea) The next week comes and this time not even her roommates can come, so I invite her over to my place to watch Joseph Smith: Prophet of the Restoration. It was good of course, and we had ice cream afterward.

The next time I saw her was when she invited me to see a movie screening so I went with her to see it, it was funny and I honestly just enjoyed the fact that she invited me somewhere. So now it’s been about three weeks that I’ve known her and I haven’t asked her out on a real date yet, (yes, I’m mad at myself about that) but weird things happened each weekend I wasn’t doing much of anything with anyone. But she didn’t know that and I was thinking that my chance was slipping and maybe she was thinking I wasn’t that interested. (Girls, is that what you would think? Let me know.)

So another Monday comes and goes with just us, we sit in her apartment and talk about the scriptures for a while and then it turns to other things until it’s time for me to leave. So this week goes pretty well, we text a little each day, but it’s the next and most recent part that’s my favorite. So she invites me to a folk dance thing on campus, which sounds fun, I invite her to dinner first, and then we end up at the dance. It’s really meant for people that already know how to dance but she knew this before I got there, she sticks with me and teaches me the steps. We have a blast the whole time. There’s one dance that she doesn’t know and so we sit out on the side during that one. While we are sitting there she’s pointing out all her friends that are dancing past us but I’m not really listening cause I’m just looking at her and thinking how pretty she is and how much I wish I could tell her that.

That moment was perfect, she was just enjoying seeing her friends go by so her face was so natural and relaxed and the lighting was perfect, it was a like a scene from a movie or something. I hope I get the courage some day to tell her how I feel, I think I have a little bit of a chance, we’ll see.

Any way, there is my soap opera story. Sometimes us guys are just shy and don’t know how to tell girls what we think.

-the Shy Guy

How adorable is this post from one of our male readers?! I told him I wouldn't post this until he promised to ask her out. He said he was already working on it. As for my friday night plans... well, first i'm going to try and get over these pre-date jitters.

Have a lovely evening.

-the Romantic

Chivalry Isn't Dead:A Guest Post

3/24/2011 The Romantic 1 Comments

So recently I had an experience with a certain boy. We'll call him Mr. Chivalry.

Anyway, I first saw this boy when he was giving a talk.
Let's just say he embodies my type: brown hair, blue eyes, perfect teeth, tan, tall.
Yes, yes, and yes.

I didn't talk to him in real life for a couple weeks. Later, I met him and a couple of his friends in the hot tub (no judging) and we made plans to make dinner together that Sunday. After that Mr. Chivalry and I hung out/talked every day. We shot guns, we went to a bonfire, we blew up milk gallons filled with gasoline (another story for another day), awkward attempted hand hold on his part, and lots of swimming. He even taught me to drive stick shift in his car (I wasn't too bad if I do say so myself). The day he taught me to drive he went to go play catch with his friend but he said he would call me later that night to watch a movie. I waited and waited and nothing. That whole weekend I didn't hear from him.

I called him out on it that Tuesday when he invited me to swim. He gave me some blah blah response about whatever.

I was confused. What happened?

So I went to my think tank to get to the bottom of it. Rewind to a couple of days ago. He offered to take me to dinner and I said no. I told him I wanted to, but I knew he didn't have a job and I didn't want to make him feel obligated to take me on a date with money he didn't have. He offered to take me a different time and I gave him the same response.

When I told my think tank about this, they were outraged. Telling a guy not to take you on a date because he doesn't have a job is the equivalent of kicking a guy where it counts and insulting his manhood.

Who knew? Here I was thinking I was "low maintenance" and easy going. I thought the way to make guys like you was by being chill and not expecting too much.

Lesson learned. Chivalry isn't dead and if a guy wants to take you on a date, let him even if it means he has to go sell his plasma.

-Miss Modern


A good point from a lovely reader.
I'll keep that in mind next time I need a dragon slayed.... But seriously.
xoxo
-the Romantic

happy easter!!! (sort of)

3/23/2011 The Romantic 1 Comments

For Good Girl's 21st birthday, we dyed easter eggs.

I know its a tad strange. But she owns a really cool Ukrainian egg decorating set. And that's really all she wanted in the way of party. So cake was made, songs were sung, and eggs were dyed!

This is where I met Egg Guy (as his name is affectionately saved in my phone). I didn't really even talk to Egg Guy that night. We met, exchanged names. But I was a little too caught up in the dance party that was going on in the living room to do much mingling. (Especially when this song played, which is my new favorite)

As a joke, Egg Guy had written his number on the egg he decorated. It was just to be silly I guess I'm not really sure. Like I said, I didn't talk to him much.

Several days later, on a night where I was full of goofy exuberance, I sifted through the decorated eggs sitting in a bowl on our table. Of course I found the one with the phone number. So of course I had to text it! It was the only thing my curious inclinations would allow me to do.

One thing led to another. And we're going to Velour on Friday. I would say I have no idea how I get myself into these sorts of situations. But I do.

So when my room mates exclaim, "Oh Romantic, you do meet men in the strangest of ways!"

I can only respond with my head hung low saying, "I know."

And then there's that other boy from that other party that I also met a couple weeks ago. He goes to the U (opps, I know, I'm betraying my true blue cougar blood). We are also going to Velour. But that will be for a show next Tuesday to see these guys. Did I mention that last night he told me I have beautiful brown eyes!? Beautiful! Why don't I just swoon right now!? And he's dropping by a mixed cd on saturday before the show so I can get a taste of the band's music that we're going to see. I'm such a sucker for mixed cds...

This has never happened to me before! My roomie said she needed a flow chart to keep track of all the men in my life. Well, me too!

I swear, men just come out of the wood works when you decide to put your mission papers in....

surprise!

meh. it's time for bed.

nighty night lovelies
-the Romantic

Security Blanket Theory: A guest post

3/22/2011 The Romantic 5 Comments

Here's a little math equation I've come up with: Co-workers + Relationships = Bad Idea. I'm sure most everyone already knows this, but apparently I have yet to learn.

Back in January, I liked this guy that I worked with (and still work with, as a matter of fact), named Daytrader. He was a flirty guy, you know, kinda one of those player-types that's super fun to be around but you know he never means anything serious. Daytrader and I had a lot in common, and we usually spent our time blissfully and sarcastically insulting one another in friendly verbal jousting. One night, as we were texting each other in our normal fashion, I received a shocker. He sent a "Can I tell you something?" which progressed from, "Never mind, I'll tell you tomorrow," into, "Let's just talk tonight," into a 1:30 am face-to-face DTR where I confessed that I was crushing on him. He never said he reciprocated but never said he didn't.

Anyway, a couple days later, I realized my foolishness in giving him the upper hand, and since Daytrader never broached the subject further, I decided to get over him. I also tattooed, "Never tell a guy you like him first" on my brain. Thanks for that Daytrader. We quickly slipped back to normal. Or at least normal enough to the point where he felt comfortable keeping me updated on his love life.

Two weeks ago and kind of out of the blue, I started dating Gilligan.

Just a day after Gilligan and I first held hands, I got an urgent phone call from Daytrader, who insistedItellhimwhereIwasbecau

Compromised

3/18/2011 The Romantic 3 Comments

"Hey Romantic! What ever happened with Guitar Hero?" you ask.

Great question. Let me tell you.

I suppose I should rewind a bit and talk about my feelings towards the gentleman. So you all know that I've had a bit of a crush on him since last semester. But I've always known I couldn't date him. Our personalities just wouldn't mesh very well in a couple type relationship. I know that. I've always know that. That's why I've been content to creeper love him from afar for so long. Among other awkward things... did i really post that??? That must have been a rough night.

However, I still wanted to talk after we held hands. That's not too crazy of me right?

I go over to his apartment last Tuesday. Perfect. He was alone. But right as I'm mustering the courage to say, "Hey remember that one time we held hands? yeah, what was that about?", his room mates come home. Opportunity lost. So I text him later and and ask if we can talk sometime. He said yes. And so I set up a time to talk the next day.

Last Wednesday dawned bright and clear. And if you'll remember, that's the day I met one of our readers. He asked me to dinner, I said yes not remembering that I had made plans to chat with Guitar Hero that night. So as our blogging friend was dropping me off at my apartment and I was giving him a hug goodbye, Guitar Hero was walking around the corner catching me in full embrace with another man!!!! Which isn't so bad because I'm not dating either of them, but I just felt bad! How trashy does that make me seem? As my roomies constantly remind me, I am a floozy.

Later, Guitar Hero and I talk. It was slightly awkward.... my bad. I just have a lot of feelings.... we'll skip those details though. So we go inside my apartment again. He stays until the pumpkin hour (aka curfew). But right before he leaves, he pauses at the door and says, "Weeeelll, uh I'm just gonna go and play some Guitar Hero. Bye guys!"
Door shuts. And he leaves. Remember the awkward meaningful glances exchanged around the dinner table. NOTHING in comparison to the glances then exchanged between my roomies and I after that moment!!!!

So somehow, in his conniving, computer hacking ways, Guitar Hero found this blog....And he will probably read this post very soon in the near future.

So, I've been compromised....

How do I feel now? Another good question... I'm not sure. But I probably won't be writing about Guitar Hero any more (so you can stop reading this now GH).

Other items of business:

A really great reader posted this about how the beard rule helps us keep the honor code. Very insightful... and I agree wholeheartedly. Controlling myself around men with beards is quite the struggle at times.

Also, this is a call for you writers out there! As much as I love writing (just as much I'm sure as you love reading what I have to say), I need some help.... I'm thinking about doing a guest post series... Email me a writing sample. And we'll see....

Have a lovely date night!

-the Romantic

I guess the problem is....

3/17/2011 The Romantic 1 Comments

I'm just really attracted to men with beards....

But that's not allowed at BYU.

(sigh)

Because seriously, this guy.... attractive.

Provo Marriage Market

3/14/2011 The Romantic 2 Comments

"Once a year in each village the maidens of age to marry were collected all together into one place; while the men stood round them in a circle. Then a herald called up the damsels one by one, and offered them for sale. He began with the most beautiful. When she was sold for no small sum of money, he offered for sale the one who came next to her in beauty. All of them were sold to be wives. The richest of the Babylonians who wished to wed bid against each other for the loveliest maidens, while the humbler wife-seekers, who were indifferent about beauty, took the more homely damsels with marriage-portions."
-Herodotus Histories Book I

Oh Herodotus, who knew that so many centuries ago, the marriage practices that you describe would still be in use today. But it's worse now! No longer do I need to have beauty alone, but I have to cook, sew, and carve ice sculpture center pieces! I sit in the end of the line, awaiting my fate, feeling much like an ape with no domestic skills to speak of. My fellow sisters-in-dating await the same fate, growing more crazed by the minute. This is no exaggeration! We pull our hair out in anguish over marriage; some of us fearing we will never get married, and some of us fearing the man standing to the side, counting his money, gazing at us expectantly, just waiting for the moment when we will settle.

It's ridiculous really.... But how else are we supposed to get married around here?*

-the Romantic

*a note: you get this is satire right?

Playin' it close to the chest

3/11/2011 The Romantic 2 Comments

Dear readers,

I hope you understand if I begin to be a little bit more general in my writing, and less specific about certain readers.... (cough, cough)

And besides... I'm going to be really too busy this weekend to write much; what with term papers, studying, and a old room mate reunions.

Oh yeah, and that 2nd date with our Dear Sir but I really think that's all I'm going to say about that, except that I'm excited....

So my dear readers, have a lovely weekend. And please don't ever feel like this lonely whale; there is always someone who will be able to hear your voice.

-the Romantic

Straight out of a chick flick

3/09/2011 The Romantic 3 Comments

So, our dear sir responded to my outlandish inquiry and we met in person!

We spent some time walking around the MoA, one of my favorite places on campus. And he listened to me babble on about my favorite pieces in the Dorthea Lange exhibit.
(Did you know I thought that was really sweet? I know not many people care when I babble on about art, but you did. And I thought it was sweet.)

And then he invited me over to his place for dinner. And I accepted.

How did it go you ask? I'm afraid now that since my anonymity has been erased, I can't exactly write everything that I would like.

BUT

I did send him a PDT if that's any sort of indication. ;-)

-the Romantic

Soul Bearing: In which the Romantic boldy goes where only Meg Ryan has gone before

3/08/2011 The Romantic 3 Comments

I hope this isn't too weird. And I may even delete this later because I feel that weird about typing this. But oh well, here it goes.

Confession time.

When we get new followers, or people that comment on our posts, I'll check out their profiles, and scan their blogs from time to time. It's all in the name of curiosity; just to see who reads our stuff. .

There is one particular male reader who's commented on a couple things.

So naturally, I've read your blog dear sir. And you know what? You have great things to say! And your picture is really cute. (yeah, i just went there) My intrigue has been peaked. But this isn't the 90's, and you just can't go approaching people on the internet. It's weird.

However, today I was making my way through the library, and I saw you! And we made that weird eye contact that strangers do. I knew I recognized you from somewhere, but I couldn't remember where from. I only knew it was somewhere that I should probably be embarrassed about, so I immediately averted my eyes. And it wasn't until I walked past that I realized we'd never met before. And yet, if you have read a lot of our blog, then you know me in a way that only my closest friends do.

It was the strangest sensation. I felt like you'd recognized me. Which is impossible. Of course. Isn't it?

I don't really know where I'm going with this.

Maybe its too many late nights watching Sleepless in Seattle with my room mates. But I'm feeling bold today and why not pull a meg ryan? After all, they don't call me the Romantic for nothing.

So here it goes:
You don't seem like the type of guy a girl should just pass by. So, I'd like to formally introduce myself. If you're up for it. Email me?

And if not, then that's fine. But thank goodness for anonymity.

-the Romantic

ps. for those of you who are wondering how i could do something so bold after last weekend, i don't know where this is coming from. but guitar hero isn't worth it. and if this aforementioned reader's posts are any indication of what type of person he is, then he is worth an outlandish inquiry that may or my not garner a response.

who knew i could be so bold?

Holding Hands

3/06/2011 The Romantic 4 Comments

Guitar Hero and I were watching a movie with a couple of his room mates. I think this is important to note because usually there's a whole crowd of people at his apartment, so this was different. We were sitting all cozy on the couch, arms and legs touching, as usual whenever I'm over. He wasn't acting any differently than normal. He's a bit of a touchy feely guy; so as I mentioned before, I'd pretty much given up on anything happening between us.

I got cold, so I asked for a blanket. He then, promptly grabbed one and put it over the both of us. I was still sitting with my arms crossed because of how cold I was.

And then, I thought I felt the faint touch of his pinkie on my thigh. Was he touching my leg???

But I got scared. One of my biggest fears was that this whole thing as all been in my head; that every signal I've been reading is nothing more than a misread gesture. From somewhere deep within, I gathered the courage to put my hand on my thigh.

And then, the magical moment happened when we touched pinkies. I felt slightly juvenile. I've never had so much build-up to a hand holding before. It was barely a second after we'd touched pinkies before he just grabbed my entire hand and began tracing the palm of my hand up to my finger tips and back down again. I snuggled into his side deeper. He would put his hands on my knees from time to time. He was no bad cuddler.

Fast forward to Saturday. I didn't hear anything at all from him. Nothing. Zilch. Nada. Zero.... He did stop by our apartment to play the guitar for awhile. And we talked about nothing while I'm sure my room mates speculated wildly about what we were saying through the window. But we only talked of homework and the weather. Confused much? Me too.

I consider holding hands a pretty big deal. I know it doesn't mean we're dating. And that's fine. But I expected some sort of acknowledgment.

Last night, my roomies and I went over to watch another movie. He and I sat by each other. But it was completely different than it had been the night before. I leaned on him a little bit, but got nothing back. So I didn't push it.

I'm deeply worried I've made a huge mistake. Am I about to get my heart broken yet again? Will my hopes get dashed right when they had been raised to such high heights?

cordially,
-the Romantic

Talk about mixed signals

3/05/2011 The Romantic 6 Comments

Guitar Hero held my hand last night.

I'm not so sure where this is going.

Yours truly (confused),
-the Romantic

Weekend Update

3/04/2011 The Romantic 0 Comments

I think you'll all be pleased to know that the PDT worked, and Good Girl has a date with the tall, blond, pre-med major, from a mountainous town nestled in the Rockies that likes to read (I mean the guy, not the town) on Saturday.

She regaled me with a dramatic reading of my post, and your comments last night... I didn't know I was so funny out loud. Also, on a bit of a random note, we greatly appreciate your comments here at the Anti-Austen. It makes us feel good. I raise my figurative glass to you dear readers. Your laughter keeps me going.

Well, German class approaches within the next few hours, and I am determined to talk to the cute boy in my class (withstanding I don't swoon at the sight of his attractive forearms). So now, I must go brainstorm witty things to say about the weather, Otto von Bismarck, or neoclassical architecture. Wish me luck!

Happy weekend
-the Romantic

The Great Debate

3/03/2011 The Romantic 5 Comments

Tuesday night, we found ourselves again, gathered around the table talking and laughing.

Our room mate, the Good Girl, had just gotten home from a date, and we were grilling her for details.

"What did you guys do?"
"Did you have fun?"
"What did you talk about?"
"How do you feel?"
"What do you think about how you're feeling?"
"Do you want to marry him?" (that one was me)

The date went well she said. Her date was a tall, blond, pre-med major, from a mountainous town nestled in the Rockies that likes to read (I mean the guy, not the town). Where can I find me one of those? She also said I would like his taste in music, because its the weird stuff no one really listens to...... Oh gee, thanks...

"Are you gonna do the 'after date text'?" I asked.

"Am I supposed to do an after date text?" she shot back.

"If you had a good time.... I mean, I've just heard that's what guys like. Although, I can't really speak from experience, because the last guy I 'after date' texted is now engaged." I answered.

The debate sprung up around the table with each roomie giving their input. And then Reggie stopped by. He encouraged the text. Just something simple, short, but not too sweet was his answer. You don't want to creep them out.

With much coaching, she eventually sent it! We waited in dense anticipation for his response. He agreed in kind that the night had been fun! Cheers erupted around the table!

So, here's my question: To text, or not to text? Does it matter? And what do you say? Should it be that night? Or should it be the next day?
Dear men, what do we have to do to let you know we're interested?

In other news: I'm trying to get over Guitar Hero, since nothing is happening, and I'm pretty sure he's not interested.... It's not working out so well. I stopped by to say hi last night, and ended up staying for several hours instead of writing the big research paper I have due tomorrow.

However, the cute boy from my German class actually talked to me! And then I couldn't help staring at his attractive fore arms for the rest of the class period.

Some day, I hope to stop being a creeper. But that won't happen anytime soon! Until then,

ciao bellas.
-the Romantic