That kid asked me on a date today! That kid being Connor. I guess It’s my fault since I initiated it. That day in the art room, when he helped me carry stuff. “Oh, you live close we should hang out”. It’s my fault. My fault that I feel sorry for him. Having very few if no friends. I don’t want to date him though. I do not find him attratcive. And latley he’s been saying things to me flirtatiously in the hallway like “You better get to class missy”. In a rather, sly and sultry voice, teasing. Ug. He’s pudgy and brown, not that thats a bad thing, it’s just. He has acne and. He’s pudgy! And he’s shorter than me, everything is so dramatic with him! It’s like he’s scripted. He’s not a drama queen but he speaks with such theartre-ness and clarity you would expect him to be reciting lines! He talks to himself, he listens to strange music he’s strange! But he’s very interesting to talk to. So anyways today we had house trivia, where we press the buzzer to answer the questions for points. House against house, sitting across the table from each other. It gets pretty intense. Like palm sweating, stomach knotting fist pounding intense.
Anyways I was sitting in the lecture theatre, where the house finals were taking place and I heard a rustle and thump behind me. I turned around, and there seated directly in the row behind me was Connor. Here is our conversation.
Connor: Well, hi!
Connor: So, I was wondering if you’re free this friday.
Me: Mmmmm… Ya I think so, probably.
Connor: Yes, because I wanted to get that coffee we were talking about.
Me: (Shit) Oh, um, yea I think I can do that.
Connor: Oh good.
Me: I’ll check and let you know tmorrow.
Me: (Oh shit shit shit. Why’d this have to happen. Ask him if it’s a date. No, ask him if it’s a date. Do it! I’m not ready, oh you’ll never be ready! Ask him if it’s a date! (It went on like this for about 7 more minuites, finally although I wasn’t ready, I turned around and asked him if it was a date)) Is this a date?
Me: Is this a..daeeee…
Connor: Hm? Is this a wha?
Me: Is this a date.
Connow: Well I fshh.. hmmm.. do you want it to be? Want me to bring a tux?
Me: (Smiles) No, just because my parents say I can’t date until i’m in grade 12. (Lie)
Connor: Oh well, (smiles mischievously) well then I guess this’ll have to be our little secret then…
Me: (Turns away and kind of laughs and mumbles)
Connor: Awwww, i’m just shitin’ with ya! I just wanna get some coffee!”
Me: Haha. Okay. Well i’ll let y’know.
And that was that. House trivia was good. I got some good questions. In charlie and the chocolate factory, what is charlie last name? Buckett. Thank you childhood literature. What is the sport being introduced into the 2014 olympics? Women’s ski jump! Cheers and hoots and hollers! But alas, we lost I was too slow on the buzzer for the final question. What country has hosted the olympics the most times? The United States. I must have been a millisecond behind the other guy.
My mum says I should go with Connor, my dad says I have a right to say no. I’m not going to say no. Not so much for his sake but for my own. I want to talk to him. And ask him my favourite question to ask people. “Tell me of your sorrows.” That always ends well. I don’t want him however, to stare at me intensely or compliment me or anything like that. That’s probably inevatable, but still I’d rather he not. And anyways, i’m a writer. It’s a crime to my inner great writer to not expose myself to this most likely terribly uncomfortable experience. I’ll be able to learn from it, and Connor is a nice enough guy, I’ll be able to handle myself. I’m still very nervous though… Okay, this is what i’ll do! Tmorrow, i’ll tell him that it’s on. I’ll tell him to meet me at a certian place, i’ll go home, get changed and meet him. We’ll hang out for a couple hours. The end. I like that plan. Going home first, touching base makes me feel a lot more comferatble.
I just remembers a friend might want to have a sleepover if I remind her… I want too. Neh. Next week. That makes me nervous. ARG!
It’ll be okay.
Future me: Have faith little me