
Originally Posted by
beardedwalrus
You guys remember that girl that I've been hopelessly in love with for the past 3 years or so? The one that locked me in the friend zone and threw away the key a looong time ago? Well, the second chance with her that I've been waiting for for what seems like forever has finally arrived. I'm going to her place Monday, and unlike every other time where we've spent time together, this time I'm not in the friend zone. In fact, I've somehow manage to flip the whole spectrum and go into the "I want to make out with this guy for hours" zone. I don't have any clue how I managed to pull that off, but yeah, that's the current situation. So needless to say I'm nervous as fuck. It's inevitable that we're going to kiss, and when it does, one of two things is going to happen: Either one, I nail it, and she's mine. Or two, I let my nerves get the best of me, fuck it up, and that ship will sail for good. You guys know of any remedies for a violent case of I-hope-I-don't-majorly-fuck-this-up syndrome?