The Boy: Wait, this is a better joke with just one person. MBC, knock-knock.
Me: Who's there?
The Boy: Will you go on a date with me?
Me (frantically thinking up a witty comeback appropriate to say out loud in front of 50 people): Silent staring
Guy Sitting Near Me (prompting in a loud whisper): Will you go on a date with me who?
Me: Will you go on a date with me who?
The Boy: No, really. Will you?
Chick lit is wildly popular because all of the awkward parts are true. The parts where the man pursuing me turns out to be a closet millionaire never come to pass. The awkward parts I've got down, though.
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And leaving the reader hanging is oh-so-effective in chick (and other) lit, but real people want to know what happened next! Did you say yes? Did you wither him with a stare?
this sort of thing should be expunged from your blog...its not like I'm any less awkward than you (think about, really), but good-gravy that is an aw-aw-awkward situation
...and they lived happily every after. Isn't that how most chick lit ends? hehe! :)
boy howdy! i also have an awkward asking out story for you. i'll tell you today at work!
Oh, you made my day. As Amy said, so did you say yes? Did you? Did you?
Oh my, that takes some courage- asking you out in front of 1/2 your ward. I am with Amy and Christy- did you say YES??? Or did you just turn red and stare??
In the moment I told him to talk to me afterwards. When we were alone, I said yes. He very nicely told me we didn't have to go, if I didn't want to, but we are going to dinner this week.
Just remember it could have been even more awkward:
"knock knock"
"who's there"
"will you marry me...?"
yes, I am pretty sure it could have been. Thanks for making me laugh!
Yay for going to dinner! Also, the guy does have moxie to ask you out like that . . .
two words: follow through
L Street between 18th and 19th: Church's English Shoes.
I worked as a Merchandiser the Summer after I finished my degree and pre-mish - I was selling knife sets and stopped in at a computer store. This one sales guy stoops down to supposedly check out my "cool" shoes while I relayed my sales spiel. He then interrupts my spiel with:
CG*: So do you have a boyfriend?
Me: I dunno - are you gonna buy some knives?
CG: What's your phone number? (writing out a cheque) It's alright. You don't have to give it to me. I'll still buy the knives.
(In my head)*YEAH RIGHT* - I scribble out a number and give it to him - set of knives SOLD!!!
The number was for The Ministry of Pacific Island Affairs.
*CG = CREEEEEEEEPY Guy
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