So a few weeks ago, at a bar, slightly tipsy, I did the unthinkable.
I asked a guy out. On a date.
Anyway, so I was at this bar on a Saturday night with a group of friends and was talking to this guy who I’ve known for a while and had a huge crush on.
We were talking for a few minutes and I was telling him about my work, when suddenly I had this random urge to ask him on a date. I don’t know what made me do it (it was definitely the alcohol) but I just blurted out “we should grab a drink together sometime”.
Now, I would just like to point out that I have never asked someone out before. For some weird reason I asked him out before I even completed my previous sentence. I also yelled it at him so it didn’t really sound like a question. A LOT was going on. I would like to think that I took him by surprise because his response was “oh… no”. After watching him analyse my face and realise how embarrassed I was, he apologised and told me that he just saw us as friends.
A totally valid, truthful and appropriate response. However, I definitely did go home and cry about it to my mum because I’m a Taurus.
After a solid two hours of feeling sorry for myself, I had what I like to call my first “BRE” moment (Big Rejection Energy). I realised that I asked a guy out for the first time and didn’t… die. I was fine. So fine that I wanted to do it again straight away. So I did.