When I got on the bus, or, let me say, as my foot hit the first step, he says �Hey, dance on Friday.�
�I know.� I said, nodding.
�Are we going?� I know he means like together.
�I don�t know. Did you ask me?� I say, rising an eyebrow, flirting.
�I�m asking you now.�
�No. that�s not how you ask a girl to a dance! You say �Anna, would you like to go to the dance with me?�.� I said. (or something along those lines)
�Oh, well then. Anna, would you like to go to the dance with me?�
I smiled. �Yeah. sure. That sounds great.�
Haha. That�s all for tonight. Plus my entry for Saturday. That one too.
Night all.
P.S. Rachel: something you wrote the other day made me think this way� but�s it�s not necessarily pertaining to you, or me� just my mind going off on a tangent. I know it was important at the time�. ��Tic tic tic�. Time is a way of measurement� tic tic tic�. Time is something you run out of� tic tic tic� time can be a bomb�tic tic tic� and if you let it go to long, it's gonna explode. Tic tic tic.� Maybe it�s about your him. Something I would tell him if I talked to him about this sort of thing, which I don�t really do.