I suppose my utter lack of confidence got the better of me. I need to work on that.

From what I can gather, I'll see her Friday, which leaves little time to secure dough and a clue as to what my next move is. Booze and drugs cloud our last encounter, and I'm uncertain as to how much of an ass I made of myself - or perhaps I didn't? Goddamn Xanax, and goddamn people who are a tad too liberal with it.

Haven't the foggiest, you see? But I recall making a move before we passed out, and how that went over, well...::shrug::. I've never been slick with girls, but there are those that are blinkered to the awkward, uncertain, dull, idiotic males that they have romantic liaisons with. Or maybe they're being polite?

Well, in any case, it's too late now, and I have a major crush on her, so naturally I'm going to blunder my way through this one until she's struck by common sense and seeks a superior male.

Or...I could lay off the fucking booze and "pass on grass (amongst other things)," go back to doing sit-ups, push-ups, chin-ups, and other exercises that end in Up, and perhaps not slouch so much, and be a gent.

I'd stake my life that none of that comes to pass, but I'll give my damnedest.

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