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How I asked out my first girl

Submitted: April 03, 2015

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I knew that I liked her from the start. Well, close enough to the start, anyway. I met her like you might imagine, knowing me, at least. We both starred in the same play, both minor roles, but both valuabe parts of the storyline. At practice, when we first met each other, I kind of thought she was a stuck-up snob. And she thought I was...well it wouldn't be appropriate to say here. But it all changed when I noticed her in my forensics class. She was smart, witty, and more than that, she was as good as an actor as I thought I was, a talent that I now realize I don't have. But back then, I didn't know what it meant to love someone. I thought that if thinking about a person could make my chest sieze, and make me feel dizzy, then I was in love. (I later found out that those were symptoms of a heart attack.) But then, summer came, and we really didn't talk. But the best part about theatre and improv-- there are summer practices. And then I got to see her again, and we talked, and I thought that I might win her heart. But no, still, and I thought that perhaps if I were cleverer, funnier, skinnier, handsomer, that she would take an interest. But never did it work. Eventually, we drifted apart, until one day, I was running late for my forensics meet. Our coach was there, ready to drive us, and he was so shocked that I actually showed up, that he nearly left one of his best competitors behind. (That competitor went on to take first in HI at that tournament.) I sat in the seat in front of my romantic interest, and we talked the entire bus ride there. At the tournament, I was performing with this girl that I detested, and for the majority of the tournament, I sat with my romantic interest, and we talked. The night before, I had stayed up late doing my father's homework, so I was rather tired, and I rested my head upon her shoulder quite frequently, the opposite of the cliche. Another thing about her, she has amazing shoulders. Some shoulders are firm, some are soft. But hers are just right, to quote Goldilocks. At lunch, neither of us was planning on eating, so we sat and talked, behind a Subway, where I picked up a piece of asphalt, and we wrote messages to each other on the pavement. The entire time, I couldn't do anything but think about how beautiful she was, and how I wanted to go and dance with her. That's something about me, I really just can't help dancing, it really is my favorite thing. We spent the rest of the day together, until our meet ended, and we parted ways. And that night, for the first time in a long time, I texted her. Now, I know most people these days prefer to text, but I love to call. But she will not ever pick up the phone, she only ever texts. Of all the people I text, of which there are three, aside from my parents, she is the only one that I can actually hold a conversation with: I really do sound terrible over texts. And right there, I knew that if I didn't ask her to prom, then I would never forgive myself. I thought about it, and it boiled down to two scenarios for a promposal, one of me composing an elaborate re-enactment of King Arthur's final battle, where I would be Arthur and she would be Mordred, and when she cut off my head I would go down on one knee and propose to her, or singing her a love song. And after talking with my nerd-checker, (also called my sister), I decided to go with the singing. I talked to my bestest friend in the world, who's held that positition for quite a while now, and she completely disagreed with my idea, saying it was cheesy, which of course meant that I would have to do something more elaborate and clever, because otherwise, I knew that she would have some better way to have done it. So, I decided that I would get four of my friends from choir, to sing Nat King Cole's Love. And it would go like this: L is for the way you look at me. O is for the only one I see. V is very very, extraordinary, E is even more than anyone that you adore can love, is all that I can give to you, Love is more than just a game for two, two in love can make it, talk my heart and please don't break it, Love was made for me and you. But then, I knew that I couldn't get everyone together in time, and I wasn't willing to wait until a week before prom. So instead, after the first night of our home meet, I sat down and wrote this, and I published it, so that I could perform it here, now, in front of you. So I'm asking you now, Shayla, will you go to prom with me?


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