The Most Awkward Ask Out
Few moments in my life have left me speechless. Most, if not
all, deal with me being accosted with another’s feelings. I don’t do feelings.
At least I don’t react to them the way one should. I need time to process, to
mull it over, to come up with a response. This fact was no truer than this last
Sunday.
I sat alone after Sacrament gathering up my books when I
felt the presence of someone on my left and I turned to find Drew, Henry’s best
friend and my home teacher. Precious is possibly the best description for Drew.
He isn’t as date savvy as most and he often comes to me for advice on the ways
to woo.
Drew often wore a look of nervous anxiety, but today he
looked like his knees may buckle at any moment. The sight of him made me believe
someone somewhere had died a horrific death involving sharp objects and a long
fall.
Before I could ask anything, the terror in his eyes built up
and spilled out of his mouth, “Blue, I have to ask you something or I will regret
it for the rest of my life.” I began to realize that whatever was coming next
would create more awkwardness then I was emotionally able to combat.
“Blue, I have to at least try to date you or I will never
forgive myself.”
He continued to look into my soul confessing feelings I
never realized existed. It was intense. Too intense. I am certain when (if) the
day comes a man decides to propose it will be less intense than this
moment. My reaction will go down in
Bluestocking history as my least coherent moment.
Blue: “um…um..um,”
6 seconds later.
Blue: “um…um…um.”
I’ve never felt so out of control as I did staring into the
eyes of Drew as people passed around us. He could see this wasn’t going how he
intended so he stood saying,“I want to take you out Friday and if I don’t hear
from you before that I will understand,” and he was off.
That night I realized that I could not let this guy think
that I was interested. I was past giving every guy a first date. Guys I don’t
know, sure. Guys I know I’ll never like, no. And guys who confess their undying
like for me, definitely not.
So I broke things off and Drew took it wellish. Though he did ask if I wanted him to get Grant to reassign him. Yes Grant is the EQ Pres. I said absolutely not.
I feel like I kicked a puppy.
-The Bluestocking
1 comments:
Good job, better to kick the puppy now rather than later.
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