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With that out of the way...
Now that I've expressed my anxiety and its current pointlessness, I can get to that thing which I'm sure more of you care about, asking out T.
First of all, WOO! Getting up early for the six o'clock Mass has finally paid off. No disappearing T. After Mass, I walked over to her and asked why she hadn't read last week (when I had originally planned to ask her out). It turns out that at the final retreat for Confirmation students, one of the potluck dishes had gone bad and several attendees, including T., got very, very sick. This is also why she wasn't at work when I tried to visit her there.
So we talked about, well, general things. She seemed happy to see me and talk to me. I had originally thought to ask her out for coffee (which is a nice "who knows? we might just be friends, but it might also be a date-date" date), but instead I asked her to a movie. She suggested that a Sunday would be good, since I had mentioned that I have Sundays off from work. Then I got her phone number. Then I went to my car. Then I turned up the music REALLY LOUD and said, "WOO!" Then I went and bought new albums by Stew and Tonya Donelly. And all of this before sunset.
Then later, when talking to my parents, from whom I normally conceal things concerning my relationships, my mother, quite independent of me, launched into a great deal of praise for T., with whom she works in relation to the parish. I was so excited that I had to tell them, and they were very excited as well.
So, my day really hasn't been all that bad, besides the aforementioned worry that I can't do anything about. I think I'll just stare at the little slip of paper for a while to make me happy.
First of all, WOO! Getting up early for the six o'clock Mass has finally paid off. No disappearing T. After Mass, I walked over to her and asked why she hadn't read last week (when I had originally planned to ask her out). It turns out that at the final retreat for Confirmation students, one of the potluck dishes had gone bad and several attendees, including T., got very, very sick. This is also why she wasn't at work when I tried to visit her there.
So we talked about, well, general things. She seemed happy to see me and talk to me. I had originally thought to ask her out for coffee (which is a nice "who knows? we might just be friends, but it might also be a date-date" date), but instead I asked her to a movie. She suggested that a Sunday would be good, since I had mentioned that I have Sundays off from work. Then I got her phone number. Then I went to my car. Then I turned up the music REALLY LOUD and said, "WOO!" Then I went and bought new albums by Stew and Tonya Donelly. And all of this before sunset.
Then later, when talking to my parents, from whom I normally conceal things concerning my relationships, my mother, quite independent of me, launched into a great deal of praise for T., with whom she works in relation to the parish. I was so excited that I had to tell them, and they were very excited as well.
So, my day really hasn't been all that bad, besides the aforementioned worry that I can't do anything about. I think I'll just stare at the little slip of paper for a while to make me happy.
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