Face hot, cheeks rosy red,
sweat forming, skin glistening,
I pose my question,
he says yes.
Joy, relief, wonderful feelings
reflect the grin on my lips,
eye shining, disbelief showing,
so I ask again,
He smiles and repeats, “yes”.
Time passes, doubt sets in.
His intentions are asked for,
and now I fear for me,
that any inclination he once had
has been wiped out
by my one little question,
“Did you mean what you said?”
So it had taken all semester, but I had finally gotten up the courage to ask my partner on a project if he would go out with me (right after we finished our exam, actually), and when he said yes, as if he’d been waiting the whole time, I couldn’t believe it. But now, I’d be lying if I said that I believed him entirely. Call me a skeptic or a cynic, but I felt as though he’d said it to make me happy.
So then I did the worst thing I could possibly do: I sent him a text asking if he truly meant what he said or not.
And he defended himself, saying he’d been busy with exams, but I haven’t heard from him since, and I fear that I’ve scared him off. It’s not like I’m clingy; who wouldn’t ask that if they hadn’t heard from the person they’d asked out in three days after asking where we’d like to go?
I don’t know what to do. I’ve never even had a kiss, let alone a boyfriend. HELP.