This is bad. I'm crushing hard on an impossibility. Yes, more than the normal crushing. And okay, impossibility's a strong word, but she's an improbability at best. Even if she reciprocates, the logistics are staggeringly not in our favor. I don't know what to do.
My last term of college is just riding the wave. Everything's going pretty smoothly. The IQP's run into a few snags, but I'm not worried. I've definitely got the bends.
I went to a party last Saturday night. No, I didn't get laid. No, I didn't get into a fight. I didn't even drink too much. Three beers, a shot of extremely poor-quality vodka, and a screwdriver [made with better vodka]. So I don't think I was drunk. But the next day the smirks on people's faces when they said it looked like I was having a good time made me second guess. What are you talking about, I asked. Apparently I was quite the flirt.
I remember playing team Double Dash with this girl who I thought was cute, but I don't think I was flirting. Hm. Well, whatever. I don't plan to start anything with Double Dash girl. First off, there's no spark. Second, I'm leaving soon and there's no point. Third... I don't need a third. I don't even need a second, for that matter.
I don't know if I've ever really felt the spark. But the closest is improbability girl.
Sigh. Here I am, breaking my own rules about being open, being vague and confusing with these stupid nicknames. I'm using them because I'm afraid of what might happen with real names. I've just got to bite it. What happens happens. Double Dash girl's name is Brittany. Improbability girl is, surprise surprise... Carrie.
I've never been this hesitant to hit Post. But here goes.