Kiss Me [Part One of Two]

The second I laid my eyes on him, I'd elbowed my friend in the said and said, "Yo, Extremely Hot Guy coming up on the left."

She took one look at him and whistled. That got his attention, and he had this innocent, 'Who me?' look on his face. She nodded at him, making it obvisious that she was checking him out. She smiled sweetly and then said, "Hey."

If I'd known it was that simple, I'd done it first. But no, I had no idea. Somehow, he fell for her. I don't know how. Okay, I do, but that's not the point. The point is, he was just another little in love sick puppy dog following the first thing he see. She has about half the highschool population chasing her, and boys are only 45% of it. That's how perfect she is. Flawless, I once overheard a guy call her. Everyone loves her. It's always about her.

I just stand on the sidelines and watch. I'm just waiting for someone to notice me. I don't have those super-long eyelashes that bat at everyone she sees, I just have long ones that are waiting for someone to bat at. She has this perfect figure, and a huge chest, which guys always stare at. However, I'm still growing out of my awkward stage. She's got all this blonde hair that goes everywhere, where as, my hair's dark and straight--and never flies flirtatiously around. Her skin is always tanned, even in the winter, and I'm almost as pale as a ghost. Honestly, how we're friends to begin with is beyond me.

She doesn't see all the hearts she breaks, when she's totally straight with everyone and says, "I'm not looking for a realtionship, just a night of fun."

Maybe she's blind, but I can always see the disappointment on their faces. However, some how with a few little words, she makes that go all away. They all forget that she doesn't mean a single thing when she says, "doll", or "honey" or even "sweetie". She doesn't realize she's giving them false hope, and that they're sitting there making everything a big deal.

See, I'd know this, because I've been on more than one double-dates with her. And believe me when I say, not a single one of my dates has ever paid much attention to me. Ever. They're always all over her. My best friend. You can probably see that when I sit there and listen to the same things all over again, "God, you're so beautiful, Lindsay," and "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Because I wouldn't want that for an angel like you..."

Some of the worst lines are, "I think we should go somewhere private," and she asks why, then the guy says, "I don't want someone come up to you and ask why you're being seen with a loser guy like me." That's when she pouts and tells him how great he is.

But in the end, Lindsay is my best friend, before she grew the big boobs and learned how to flirt over the top. I can tell her anything, and even though when she's with some one else, she acts all ditzy and flirty, with me? She's serious, relaxed and totally gets what I mean whenever I say anything. However, when I get a crush on someone who likes her? I never tell her. In fact, I don't tell her too much. I know she'd understand, but I'm pretty sure she'd hide behind her pretty face and say, "Aw, darling, it isn't so bad."

So, when she actually started to see Extremely Hot Guy once a week, you can tell why I was surprised. Maybe, I thought, she'd finally settled on someone.

But that night, I walked up my porch steps, with the pie for my mother's charity thing in my hands, and turned the doorknob to go into my house. I just didn't open the door. Before I got a chance, I heard Rob--Rob being Extremely Hot Guy from the mall and Lindz's ever-growing-closer boy toy--call out to me. "Hey, hey, you're home."

I turned around, and then took a look around. Yes, I saw Rob running up my driveway, and yes, I noticed his car out front. What I didn't notice was Lindz. Okay, I thought awkwardly, where's Lindz? Why is he talking to me? But of course, I just smiled and said, "Lindz isn't here."

"Didn't come to see her," Rob said, smiling. God, he had such a good smile. But honestly? Rob didn't strike me as my type. So, whatever. That was out the window even if he wasn't dating my best friend. I just looked at him waiting for an explaintion. I got one, but I don't think I really wanted to hear it. "Well, I was looking for you. I need some help."

"On?" I asked, sighing. That's what I was to guys. The Advice Girl. In fact, people came to me so much, I have my own website. Just Ask Jess, is what it was called. I'm not even kidding. It's pretty cool, actually. Because I have people from all the way over in China, Japan, and even Paris asking me for advice on love and stuff. I also have some regulars. Of course, I've talked about Lindz on it a couple times, and have mentioned how clueless she can be as an example of the girl's side--don't worry, I have about seven other "types" girls can be. Same for the guy's race. And what's even awesomer, one girl, who calls herself Buzzy_Mickie suggested I do like an online journal thing of all Lindz's realtionships and all our double dates and stuff. So, for the past two months, that's what I've been doing. Sure, I feel bad about it, but I don't say anything bad about Lindz. Just that she's missing the big point on love.

Anyways, that's not the point. Rob came up my steps, his brown hair falling in front of his eyes. He tossed it out of his eyes and said, his voice deeper than I remembered, "I need to break up with Lindz."

That's when the pie I'd been holding slipped out of my hands. The one that my mother had order just for her stupid charity thing tonight. Boy, was she going to be pissed. I didn't make a move to pick it up though, and neither did Rob. I nodded and thought, 'What the hell do I say?'. On Just Ask Jess, I would've said, "Do it as if it was a bandage. Quickly, so it's less painful."

But this wasn't Just Ask Jess. It was real life. And that's when it hit me--those people got my advice. Many used it, and many told me it worked. So, I took a deep breathe, and thought of Lindz. Praying to God she wouldn't be broken hearted--I've never had to deal with a broken hearted Lindsay before--I told Rob what to do. "Like a bandage, quick and less painful. Now," I added, "do it lightly though. I don't know how Lindz will handle it. She's..." I thought about it and then finally said, "never been broken-up with before."

Rob didn't look too surprised. He just smiled at me and muttered a shy, "Thanks," then he leaned in. No, he did not kiss me on the lips. Just a brush against the cheek. Then, as he made his way down the steps, he said, "Might want to clean up that pie of yours."

So, I was left there, standing there. I was still surprised. Why? Why did he want to break up with Lindz? I didn't know. But they'd been dating unoffically. But I'm pretty sure Lindz had another date lined up tonight, so I shouldn't be too worried. In fact, I knew she had a date tonight. We were double dating, yet again, because Lindz thought that's the perfect way for me to get a boyfriend.

After I cleaned up the pie, which took me forever since it got dugged into the welcome mat, I went into the house to wash off my hands. I told my mother I was sorry about a million times, and she said she understood. A boy asking me how to break up with my best friend was a bit of a shock. See, that's why I love my mother. She understands everything.

Around seven o'clock, I crossed the street and made my way over to Lindz's house. I was simply wearing a tank top and jeans, with a touch of make-up. I held my purse, which held money for the dinner and movie--believe me, when you double date with Lindsay, it's good to have some cash on you. More than likely, the date will not offer to pay for you. Also, my purse held my cellphone.

I didn't bother knocking on her door, she and I never knocked. I walked in, knowing her parents would still be working and her brother was probably in the living room playing some game. But when I walked into the living room, it was empty. Hey, Jake got a date tonight, is what I was thinking while my stomach turned over and over. See, Jake and I were sort-of friends. Which helped me, considering I had this crush on him. It was small, and not a I-think-of-him-every-moment-of-everyday kind of crush. Just an I-hope-he's-home-when-I-go-to-Lindz's-house kind of crush.

He wasn't there, but I heard someone talking in the kitchen. So, I made my way into the kitchen. I didn't want to interupt anything or whatever, but curiousity kills the cat everytime. Satisfation brought him back, my grandmother's voice rang through my ears. I smiled, remembering how she'd always add that after someone said that curiousity killed the cat.

I pushed the kitchen door open and saw Jake on the phone. I was about to back out of the kitchen, when he spotted me. "Hey, it's Jess!"

I smiled. I love how his face just lits up. He said to whoever was on the phone, while I'm pretty sure I was blushing deep red, "Listen, I gotta go. Like I said, Jess is here. No, this isn't over. No. Whatever, see you around Mark. And no I don't. Whatever, dude."

And he hung up. Smiling, I said, "Hey, is Lindz ready?"

"For?" Jake asked, looking at me with a grin.

"Our double date," I told him, wanting to add, the ones I can't stand.

"Oh, that's right," Jake said, walking towards the fridge, "She told me if you came over...I had to give you this note."

"She cancelled?" I asked, because that wasn't like Lindz. She'd normally call. AS Jake handed me a piece of paper, with Lindz's handwriting scribbled across it reading; "Jess".

"I don't know," Jake said, with a shrug, "I guess so, considering she left twenty minutes ago."

I sighed and said, "She told me seven. Not sixty-forty."

"I know, she was in a rush," Jake said, walking back over to the fridge.

Finally getting the nerve to open the note, I read outloud;

"Jess,

If you're reading this than you already know. Our date is cancelled and Rob and I are out on our one month anniversary. Sorry, I should've called. But hey, I'm sure since Jake's girlfriend dumped him today, he's free. There's twenty bucks on the counter under the cookie jar. Get some pizza and hang out.

I'll talk to you later love,

I'm sorry,

♥ Lindzz--"

I sighed. Well, I'd get to hang out with Jake, so it didn't really matter. I looked over at Jake, who was lifting up their cow singing cookie jar. And true to her word, she'd left a twenty dollar bill. Smiling, I said, "So, pizza?"

"I guess," Jake said, with a shrug. "But if you don't want--"

"It's alright, I could use it. I'm starved," I told him, cutting him off. Hell yeah, I thought smiling. My best friend knew me better than I thought. There was no way I was going to walk away from free pizza or Jake. Not right now, anyways. So, as I'm sure Rob was finding the courage to break up with Lindz, which made me feel guilty, I curled up on the couch with Jake as he put on a movie. By the time the pizza came, we were so into the movie--which was a bit scary, I'll admit--that I screamed like bloody murder. Jake just laughed at me, and I was still trying to calm myself when he came back into the living room, with plates, a box of pizza and a 2 litre Pepsi bottle under his arm. I smiled at him, and moved towards the center of the couch to get my pizza and drink. He also held two glasses, which I hadn't even noticed until he started to pour pop in them.

"Thirsty?" he asked after I had basically chugged the glass of pop. I laughed nervously and nodded. I was sitting really close to him. Not kiss-him close, just close enough that I knew when Lindz came home, she was getting a big hug.

"Yeah, just a bit," I muttered, feeling embarrassed. Should girls chug in front of guys? Or was that too weird? I wasn't sure. But I didn't care either. As I muched on my pizza, Jake watched me with his smokey gray eyes. I'm not sure who remembered first, but we both leaned for the remote to hit the "Play" button. No, it wasn't movie style, and our hands touched. No, sadly, it wasn't. They both stopped mid-air, just above the remote. I looked at Jake and said, "You can hit 'Play' if you want."

I pulled my hand back, watching him carefully as he hit the button. Suddenly, thoughts of pizza, the pop, Jake sitting only half a couch away, disappeared and I watched the t.v. in suspense.

When Lindsay decided to come home, I had, to sheepishly admit, not heard her. So, when she put her hand on my shoulder the same time a girl was being killed on t.v., I hate to admit I was not the least bit quiet. I screamed so loud, I'm pretty sure anyone in a three block radius heard me. I jumped up, which made me end up spilling my pop and my half eaten fourth-piece of pizza flew into Jake's lap somehow.I ended up on the floor too. Which was so not cool because when I went to sit up, I didn't notice the corner of the coffee table, and I totally wacked my head off it.

Needless to say, at that, both Jake and Lindsay were killing themselves laughing. I hated being laughed at. But neither of them needed to know that. Finally, I stood up, with pop all over me, and being a bit dizzy from hitting my head.

"That," I said, breathlessly, "was so not funny."

"That," Jake countered, "was priceless."

I glared at him, but his laugh softened me. However, he didn't need to know that. He just looked at me as his twin sister's--I think I forgot to mention that--best friend. I looked at Lindsay and said, "I'm sorry for the mess."

She smiled and said, "My fault, really. But I couldn't resist. Listen, I'll clean it up now. But then, I'm hitting the shower and then the bed."

"How was tonight?" I asked, thinking about how Rob had come up to me earlier. I suddenly wondered what time it was. Glancing at the clock on the wall, it read; 8:37. Which ment her date was pretty short considering most of her others.

"Tonight was a blast," Lindz told me, smiling brightly. I studied her for a second, and noticed she was trying to fight a smile, "Rob told me he loved me."

I blinked. Um, what? But by the look on her face, I knew he had. I smiled and squealed, "That's awesome!"

"I know, isn't it?" Lindz said, laughing, "I told him I loved him too."

This basically stunned me. But I was totally happy for her. So, squealing, I went and wrapped my arms around her, "That's so great!"

"I know, and he asked if we could date just us. No seeing anyone else," Lindz told me, nodding, "and I said yes. In fact, I was almost crying. It's so great, right?"

"Lindz," I said, my voice serious, but my smile still on my face, "this is the best news!"

She hugged me, giggling, and went into the kitchen. I heard Jake cough, and I turned to look at him. He gave me the look. No, not that look of totally 100% love. I wish, but the look that said, 'What do you know?'.

I didn't move. When Lindz came back into the room, singing, I excused myself to use the bathroom. By the time I came back out, Jake informed me, "Lindz is going into the shower. Lucky you didn't spill too much pop."

"Yeah, lucky," I muttered, making my way over. He'd placed my piece of cold pizza on my plate and sat it on the coffee table. I looked at him and asked, "Can I finish the movie?"

"Yeah, sure," he said, nodding. He patted the spot beside him. Close beside him, "Sit, Jess."

I sat. Just not as close as I'd liked too. I grabbed the couch's small pillow, hugging it like it was a teddy bear. Making my eyes wide, I turned to Jake and said, as if I was terrified, "Alright...start the movie."

He laughed and hit play again. Watching the movie, it made my stomach flutter as if I was going down on a rollercoaster. I wanted to scream, but my throat was dry and raw. So, instead, I leaned a little--barely moved, actually--closer to Jake. He obvisiously caught notice of this, because he put his arm around my back, placing his hand on my shoulder. He pulled me closer to him. Which wasn't that hard, actually, since I was almost frozen stiff. See, horror movies and me? Well, they really creep me out. But suddenly, I found myself leaning on Jake's chest, and his arm was still around me. He leaned down and whispered, "Don't worry, I'm here."

And suddenly, the movie wasn't as scary as Jake telling me he was here. I'm pretty sure he could feel my heart pounding against my entire body. I sure could feel it. I shifted my head, pressing my ear casually against his chest. I could feel his heart beating, and I'm not lying when I say it was going about just as fast as mine. The only thing I could think was; I hope it isn't the movie. I hope it's me. I hope it's beating fast because of me.

"Shh," he whispered when I started to tremble, "don't worry. I've seen this a million times, Jess." Well, that's something I didn't know. If he's seen it a million times, he shouldn't be scared of it anymore right? Which means...I'm the reason of the fast heart? And he continued to say, "The ending isn't so scary."

Thanks, that helps. Isn't SO scary. Meaning it is, just a bit. I shivered, okay--now it was because I was honestly cold. Their house had always been chilly. Obvisiously I had goosebumps, scary movie, Jake's arms around me, AND I was cold? What'd you expect? Me to be perfectly calm? That's not who I was.

Suddenly there was a ring, somewhere in the distant, and I sat up straight. No, this time I didn't scream. It was like a part of me was expecting something like that to ruin the moment. Jake paused the movie, which I was thankful for, and he got up, walking into the kitchen. Then, the living room didn't look so comfty. In fact, it creeped me out a bit. The window's were black, I couldn't see a thing out of them. Yeah, I wasn't spooked at all...I got up, finding a blanket on the back of the couch, wrapping it around me. I walked towards the kitchen, because at least there was a light on in there.

I stopped at the sound of Jake's voice. "Yes, I know that, Kelly. No, I didn't say anything like that. No, I don't. Yes, Kelly, I understand that. You were kissing some other guy! Of course I was going to be moody. Whatever, Kel. No, I didn't say that. I told you that. Wait, what? Aw, Kelly, don't cry." What a poser, I thought annoyed, realizing he was talking to his now-ex-girlfriend. Then I heard him say, "Listen, if it makes you feel better, we can try this again."

What? No. He wasn't supposed to say that. Not at all. Damn, I should've made a move on him. And as he continued to tell her, "No, I didn't stop loving you. I was just upset, that's all. Yes, I love you to, Kells. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Bye," I was thinking, ohmigod, I'm an idiot.

Because I was. I think for a nanosecond back on the couch, I thought Jake actually liked me. I made my way back over to the couch, and it took Jake a couple of seconds to come back into the living room. Actually like I wasn't scared shitless, I asked, "Hey, who was that?"

"My mother," Jake lied immediately, "she's going to be late tonight."

Both of Jake and Lindz's parents were doctors, so they worked a lot. But that didn't matter. What mattered was Jake lied to me. And why? It's not like I'd be broken hearted if he told me he was together with his girlfriend again. Okay, it would, but he didn't know that. Did he?

Jake sat down beside me, clearly not paying attention, and he clicked play. But that wasn't what got me, what got me confused was that he said, "Hey, come here. I don't want you to be scared."

Oh yeah, I thought, like curling up beside you wasn't going to make my nerves any better. But whatever, I didn't care. I was shivering, not from the coldness, but from my nerves. I just scooted closer to him and let him place his arm around my waist. I placed my head on his shoulder and heard a sigh from behind me. Yes, I know it was Lindz, but no, I wasn't happy about it.

When the movie ended, I wasn't scared anymore. Well, not about the movie. I was scared because somewhere before it ended, Jake grabbed my hand and whispered, "Don't worry, it's going to be okay. It's not all that scary."

And I believed him. But believe me, I'm sure normally, the ending would've made me jumpy for weeks. However, my mind was so far away from the movie, that I didn't care how it ended. Since it ended so suddenly, I stood up and said, smiling, "Thanks, Jake. Tonight was fun."

No, I didn't add, 'Lets do it again sometime', because I wasn't sure I wanted to. Not that I minded Jake's arm around me, or his hand in mine. Just that I wasn't sure what it meant.

"Hey, you want to stay for another movie? One that's not so scary?" Jake asked me, clearly in hopes.

"No," I said a little too quickly. I added hastly, "it's about ten, and I have work tomorrow."

"Oh," Jake said, almost disappointed. Since when was Jake disappointed at me leaving? But he smiled and said, "another night then."

"I'm going to say bye to your sister," I told him, reminding him that I wasn't his girlfriend. I was his sister's best friend. I think he got the message. He looked at me, to the last and cold piece of pizza before picking it up and taking a bite. I quickly made my way up the stairs.

Hearing something that sounded like crying, I raced to Lindsay's door and pushed it open. Lindz laid on her bed, almost in a little ball, crying into a pillow. And here I thought everything was okay. I quickly joined her on the bed, and stroked her hair. I asked, "Honey, what's wrong?"

"He didn't say he loved me," Lindz said through her sniffles, "I didn't say it back, and he didn't ask to date just us."

"He broke up with you, didn't he?" I asked quickly. Lindz looked up at me, her eyes red and swollen. She nodded like a little girl would've. Innocent and broken hearted. Like she'd found out for the first time that she couldn't get a pony. It broke my heart. Suddenl, I found myself telling her, "He's a jackass, sweetie. Don't worry about him. There will be other guys. Look at all the ones who already are in love with you. They follow you around like little puppy dogs."

She muffled a laugh and said, "But I liked him. A lot. Why didn't he like you?"

Which was an odd question in itself. Why had he'd broken up with her? I laughed and said, "I wish I knew. He's the first guy I've ever met--"

"Who doesn't like me a lot," Lindz finished for me. She sat up and looked at me and said, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you right away."

"It's okay," I said, smiling at her, "You didn't want it to be true, and you didn't want your brother to know either. I understand. What I don't get though, is why he broke up with you."

"Me neither," Lindz said, letting a little smile reach her lips. "What about you and my brother? You two seemed pretty close, earlier."

I lost my smile right then. I looked away and said, "He got back together with his girlfriend, Kelly. Just about an hour ago."

"What? That idiot," Lindz said, obvisiously momentairly forgetting her problems, "doesn't he know that skank's forever cheating on him?"

"Guess not," I murmered.

Somehow, Lindsay and I talked until about two in the mornining, before we fell asleep. But it was all good because I'd already changed into her PJs so that I could be more comfy. It wasn't a normal thing, but it was something that was occasionally happening. A spurr of the moment sleepover. When I woke that morning, I wasn't suprised to see her parents had left a note on the counter with a hundred dollar bill for food. But what surprised me was Jake's note; 'Gone to see Kelly before she goes to work. Be back after breakfast. -Jake'. But after I woke Lindsay and told her I was going home, I picked up my clothes and made my way down the stairs, when I looked into the living room and remembered last night. Lindz was right. We'd probably looked close. But if you looked closely at us, I bet I was sweating with fear, and he was making some face behind my back.

It was just another pointless thing. Just like going on double dates with Lindz, when the guy didn't pay any attention to me. Whatever, I thought slightly sadden. I continued to walk down the stairs, and when I opened the door, I was in for surprise two. Jake. He smiled at me and said, "Morning, Jess."

"Mornin', Jake," I barely managed to whisper. "How was Kelly's?"

He gave me a confused look, then smiled and said, "Oh, awesome, like normal."

"That's good, Jake," I said, acting as though I was bored with it. In fact, my heart was breaking just a bit inside. I just smiled and waved bye as I ran across the street to my more-and-likley-full house.

Later that week, I couldn't get the feeling of Jake's hand in mine out of my head. When I went work, which was this little hot dog stand at the mall, I'd occasionally just look at my hand and remember everything. I couldn't think about anything else that entire week. Even my sister noticed a change in me. Lindz's heart was repaired, I gathered, since she'd been going out on more and more dates--with the same guy. No Rob, nope. This guy's name was Jamie, and he'd been really shy when she'd met him. Which is why she chose to call him up. I don't know why. Maybe she thinks he'll mellow her out or something.

Also, I'd gotten about forty more hits on the Just Ask Jess site for my online journal on that one entry, it was insane. I just laughed and continued to write what I was feeling. Confusion.

Anyways, so there I was, standing in my apron, thinking of Jake's hand on mine, when I met him. Him being the hottest guy I've ever seen. Ethan. Don't know why I asked, but I asked, "What's your name?" before I asked him what I could get him.

He just laughed and said, "Ethan. You a curious cat, Jess? Because you know, curiousity killed the cat."

"And satifaction brought him back," I chimed in like my grandmother used to do. Ethan laughed and I smiled. So, it wasn't so bad. I wondered at first, how he knew my name, but I looked down at my chest and realized I was wearing my name-tag. I asked him, feeling a bit more at ease, "What can I get you?"

"Well, I was going to get a burger, but..." he said, with a shrug. He looked at our menu. Oh, I suppose I should add, our "hotdog" stand, well, it didn't serve hot dogs. Ironic, right? I don't know who came up with the idea.

"But, you're thinking, 'Hum, should I get Jess's favourite sandwich instead?' Aren't you?" I teased, laughing.

"What's your favourite sandwhich?" he asked, his green eyes sort of sparkling. I smiled and walked over to our freezer goodies.

Pulling out an Oreo icecream sandwhich, I smiled and said, "Only the best, of course."

Grinning at me, he said, "Acutally, that looks good. Can I get one?"

"Sure thing," I told him, walking back towards him. Handing it to him, I said all professionally, "What else can I get you, sir?"

He laughed at my bad imiation and then said, "Um, I think I'll have a cheeseburger. With pickles. Extra pickles."

"Yum," I muttered sarcastically. He smiled at me, leaning on the counter. As I flipped a burger I'd put on before he'd came up to me, I watched him rip his Oreo icecream sandwhich open. My stomach growled, which isn't good considering I'm working alone with food. The girl who normally helped me's mother went into the hospital for a broken leg, so she didn't come in. Don't get me wrong, I totally understand, but I could use the extra hands, you know?

"So, hey, Jess," Ethan said as I flipped the burger back over. I looked up at him and he said, "Since you seem to be a very forward girl, I'm going to be very forward, okay?"

I smiled. Finally, someone who noticed me. Thanking God, I said, walking towards him, "Alright. Just how forward?"

"Very," he told me nodding. "I think you're cute and have a great sense of humour. And I just met you. Anyways, I was wondering if I could have your number and maybe we could go out sometime?"

I giggled. How could I not? His brown-blondish hair looked as if he had just woken up. I smiled and said, "Yeah, sure. Do you have a pen?"

"No, do you?" he asked and I glanced around. Finding one, I held it up. Smiling, he asked me, "Can you write it on a napkin, it's just more classic, that way."

"Sure," I said, winking. I took it, scribbling down my cell phone number, I handed him the napkin.

"Um, Jess," he said, smiling at me. His eyes twinkled with amusement.

"Yeah?" I said, sighing. It was a nice change, someone actually flirting with me. But then I thought of Jake and felt guilty.

"I think you burnt my burger," he told me, laughing slightly. I turned, and sure enough there was smoke coming from the B.B.Q. I groaned.

"Dammit," I muttered, going to start a new burger. More time to talk to Ethan, I thought, smiling. Just Ask Jess would be very proud of me. I was bold, forward and basically just got myself a date with a really goregous guy. This was so going on my online journal.