I'm On the Brink of Disaster

I'm practically gagging while I'm typing this...but let's talk about The Perfect Specimen again.  Because I am clearly insane and masochistic, and I won't be able to move on until this thing blows over completely...and until it DOES blow over, I may as well dissect it and over-analyze it and be a COMPLETELY CRAZY PSYCHO about it.  Right? RIGHT????

Last night, I decided to go to a dessert night that one of my friends was hosting.  I have been feeling very anti-social lately, but this was a friend who I don't really hang out with very much, and she is really shy, so I felt like I should support her.  Anyway, I rode with my roommate, and the topic of The Perfect Specimen came up, because one of my other friends had just dropped by briefly to get the update on the whole story regarding him and me.  So my roommate asked me what was going on and I couldn't lie...nor did I really want to, because she is friends with him, and I felt like she might have something of value to say where he is concerned.

I confessed that he had called me to remind me that he knows he needs to take me on a date.  She was intrigued that he had called me...but then related that a few nights earlier, he had mentioned, "I still need to take Jessica on a date."  So she wasn't totally in the dark.  And then she goes, "I'm going to text him and ask him if he's asked you out yet."  I let her...because I'm curious about how that conversation will go.  Does he really intend to ask me out?  Is it really going to happen?

And more importantly, if it does, what in the world am I going to say to him?  I saw him at the party last night and I could barely form a cohesive sentence around him!  It is DIFFICULT trying to talk to a Greek god-esqe type man, okay?

I'm a disaster.

This post's title came from this song:

Brink of Disaster by Mae