Jr. High, Revisited

Why is it I sometimes still feel like the gawky 7th grader I once was? Case in point:

End of successful 2nd date. I have an extra ticket to a Blazers game this Saturday and have goal of asking date to join me. I am positive he'll say yes. All I have to do is ask. Easy Cheesy.

Now imagine those wavy squiggle lines going down the screen like they do when the heroein (don't know if I spelled that correctly -- I meant the female hero, not the druggie) has a flashback. I'm totally back in Jr. High. Braces. Thick, dark-rimmed glasses. Bad hair. Total lack of confidence. Back to present time: I'm sure I did the hair-tuck thing like 50 times and I vaguely recall turning my foot inward in some awkward pose. Argh! :) I'm hoping my inner nerd came across as cute and endearing as thankfully he said yes. Maybe it was just a pitty yes to put me out of my misery! :-D