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Monday:
I had it all planned out. We'd walk to the lecture hall together, we'd talk about the project, I'd offer her a piece of chocolate, making jokes and comments throughout class. Afterwards, I'd ask her if she wants to get dinner, just us two.

My heart was pounding.

Tuesday:
We all had our weekly lunch together, everybody in the friend group minus Joe. She kept glancing over at me, and I kept smiling back. I'm so nervous that I'm making up the signals, that there's nothing there, that I'm seeing what I want to see. But there does seem to be something there.

Tomorrow. Writing 214, the Wadsworth Building. God, I am a total nervous wreck.

Wednesday:
YES!! She said yes!

I can barely handle my emotions right now, she said it was a great idea and that she was excited and that she enjoyed talking to me. What an amazing feeling! From her body language, the tone of her voice, I just feel, I just know she was waiting for this. If only I had gathered my courage sooner!

But no matter. Tomorrow night at six at the Olive Garden. Not the classiest joint, but she knew we'd both enjoy it. Heh, I guess I should prepare some breadstick jokes.

Friday:
I woke up with a splitting headache. Begrudgingly I got dressed and stumbled towards my 2 PM class. Walking through the central plaza, Claire noticed me and stomped over, practically fuming as she addressed me.

"You stood her up!"

"Uh, I'm sorry?"

"You asked Patricia out on a date, and then you didn't show up? What the hell man, she's been crying all night!"

"… What date?"