At a dance I walked up to a cute guy whom I was positive didn't give a flying fig about me.
I poked him in the ribs to make him turn around and look at me, then I insisted that he dance with me.
He started out to but then kind of slunk away, probably because of the roudy crowd.
I went and found him
again and PULLED UP A CHAIR for him and ORDERED him to sit down and talk to me.
He still seemed rather austere throughout the evening so in the end I sort of gave up and told him I had to go and study. I was slightly disapointed, cause I really liked him.
As I walked out somebody shouted my name and I turned around and it was the guy, running after me and he asked me if he could see me home.
My jaw hit the floor!
And no, I wasn't drunk or high. I'm really kind of shy and to this day I don't know what gave me the guts to approach him.
But it worked, didn't it, Optimus?
