So there was this girl in our friends group I was pretty into in college, but I never believed I was worthy, so I never had the nerve to ask her out. She then transfers to another school across the state and I figure that’s the end of it.
A year later, she’s returned to my school, and I fall harder than ever. It’s my chance to make up for past cowardice and go for the one that got away! So of course I don’t do anything.
She texts me one day and says she has an assignment that requires her to have someone peer review an essay and asks for help. I say sure, and she asks if I can come over the next night around 11. She mentions specifically that her roommate will be out of town, and that she’s not in a relationship.
I go to her place, and she’s wearing yoga stuff, the lights are dim, and there’s music plating. She offers me a drink, and sits down next to me on the couch, and I know why she invited me over.
So I put down my drink, look her in the eyes, and ask for the paper.
She’s like “Oh, yeah”, and goes and prints a paper. I go to the kitchen table, turn on a light, and spend about 10 minutes critiquing it, finish my drink, and leave shortly after to let her get back to work on it.
Ouch. And I find myself feeling it just as badly for her, because if she had only been slightly vocal about what she wanted she very well might have had you worshipping her for life. In a good way.
So there was this girl in our friends group I was pretty into in college, but I never believed I was worthy, so I never had the nerve to ask her out. She then transfers to another school across the state and I figure that’s the end of it.
A year later, she’s returned to my school, and I fall harder than ever. It’s my chance to make up for past cowardice and go for the one that got away! So of course I don’t do anything.
She texts me one day and says she has an assignment that requires her to have someone peer review an essay and asks for help. I say sure, and she asks if I can come over the next night around 11. She mentions specifically that her roommate will be out of town, and that she’s not in a relationship.
I go to her place, and she’s wearing yoga stuff, the lights are dim, and there’s music plating. She offers me a drink, and sits down next to me on the couch, and I know why she invited me over.
So I put down my drink, look her in the eyes, and ask for the paper.
She’s like “Oh, yeah”, and goes and prints a paper. I go to the kitchen table, turn on a light, and spend about 10 minutes critiquing it, finish my drink, and leave shortly after to let her get back to work on it.
I didn’t realize what I’d done for like a year.
Ouch. And I find myself feeling it just as badly for her, because if she had only been slightly vocal about what she wanted she very well might have had you worshipping her for life. In a good way.
It’s probably best for her, honestly. I really wasn’t in a great place then. I have my life mostly together now, but back then I did not.
Damn. How do you even make it more obvious than that?