I went to my older sister's Homecoming field show yesterday in Platteville, and it was really good. We also watched the football game and the Pioneers beat the Falcons 45-14. It was a fun day overall, especially getting to throw a hatchet at a tree that was right next to where Lindsay and her friends are live throughout the school year. Unfortunately, the Badgers lost to the Buckeyes 30-23 in OT later that night, dropping them down to 4-2, with OSU staying undefeated at 6-0. We had to listen to the game on the radio because we were on our way home from Platteville by the time halftime started, and it was a little more than a two hour drive home, so we wouldn't make it home before the game ended. Anyway, one of my personal favorite parts of the day was going to the Country Kitchen for dinner. Not only was my Chicken Bacon Melt delicious, but the waitress was really damn cute. Here comes the best part... *epic drumroll*... I GAVE HER MY NUMBER ON A NAPKIN THAT I LEFT ON THE TABLE AND SHE TEXTED ME LATER THAT NIGHT!!!
...just kidding. I wish I had. She was really pretty though. The more I thought about it on the way home, the more she reminded me of a friend from State FFA band - Colleen. She had the same kind of eyes, and a fantastic body, might I add. I had thought about the fact that I should've put my number down on the receipt before leaving, but I remembered that was impossible since my dad paid for the meal up front at the register. The only way I could've seen myself pulling it off would've been when we left, I should've taken a napkin and written my number on it and put it on a plate where it was easily seen. I would've had to hope she would be coming around again to collect more plates when we left. It's moments like those where I really think about what I could have or should have done, and then can only dwell on those missed opportunities and just move forward. All my friends (well, really just one in particular) keep nagging on me to get talking to girls and ask them out, but I never actually do it.One of these days, though, I'm just gonna be like "Fuck it, I've sat back long enough, I'm done being a child about it. I'm in my 20s, there's no excuse anymore." There hasn't been an excuse in the last couple years, I'm just not manning up when I should. Sure, I manned up when I asked Courtney out, but that was a solid year ago now, and I'm pretty damn sure she both doesn't remember me asking her out and who I even am. It's almost like a chance for a do-over, but there's always that bit where maybe she suddenly does remember me asking her out and she's like "Didn't you ask me out a while back?" and I'd say something like "Yeah, and I thought I'd try again, shorti. That boyfriend of yours treating you right?" NOW WHY THE FUCK CAN'T I TALK LIKE THAT IN PERSON TO GIRLS, OR HER?! Probably because I can't think that quick on my feet, takes my brain a while to process a smooth line like that. Seriously though, that would be a classy way to bring it up again. I honestly might do that the next time I happen to be in her area. Time to man up and stop being a wimp. BOSS TIME.
