Is it...?

IS IT WEIRD TO ASK GUYS OUT?

I mean, c'mon, it's the 21st century, so henceforth it should be allowed! I daresay! Haha.
But joking aside, it shouldn't be a big deal. Sometimes, even, the guys like it. It takes off the stress of them doing it for themselves. Yet it is so taboo to talk about. You can't just say, "Ooh, I want ask that cutie out," to one of your girl friends without them raising their brows to their hairlines and subsequently asking, "What..The...Fuck...?"

I only ask because I'm peeved off my Valentine's didn't go as I wanted it to. It was a good day-- Even though it was a Friday the 13th. Still, it went as smooth and nice as I normally would have liked it to have gone.

For starters, someone asked me if I lost weight. Why, yes! Yes I have. Isn't that funny?
The day was bettered by playing soccer outside during Free Sport Day in our Personal Fitness class. We could do whatever we wanted; hence the soccer mania. So, I was doing "rainbow" tricks, which is when you roll up the ball on the back of your leg and kick it up so that it flies over your head in a perfect arch. Which is why it's called a rainbow.

It's a really hard trick to master, don't ever think it's all in a day's work. It took me days to get it down right, and even when I did manage to kick it up, it would spiral sideways. I hated that. But now, after countless hours in my backyard tripping on wet grass, I showed off my skills to nobody in particular.

I was in an empty grass space by myself, kicking rainbows, when three seniors walked up to me in sheer amazement. "That was really cool! Could you do it again?"

Me, being my suave self, stuttered,

"W-what this? Oh, that's nothing!"

I showed off once more and it was perfect. They awed at me in full-force and asked me if I was on the girl's team. I told them I wasn't, but asked if I should be.

...They said yes.

So, that was an upper! Everything after that was fine, as well. We took two lunch periods instead of 1 because our teacher honestly didn't mind. I wound up hanging out with someone I wanted to get to know better. Which was a plus. And when we got back, I had fun talking to different people.

Oh, I went to the eye doctor. Bad vision, neat glasses!
Once I got back, I was ecstatic to see a friend responded to an e-mail I had sent some months ago.

Every nice thing happened except the one thing I really wanted: To ask out that Pete-Wentz-look-alike. I log onto Facebook and see his status is in Relationship.

Damnit.