His name is Fred. Fred Johns. He is perfection and then some. His eyes are blue like a husky’s and his smile gave me the chills. His cheekbones are constructed high on his face like the top of Mount Kilimanjaro. Gosh, is he sexy. One time he looked at me. It was the best second of my life, and I was fixated on that very moment for like two weeks. My friends know my unhealthy obsession with Fred. They know I already planned out our wedding and named our three kids. I already picked out a house for us but I keep that detail on the D.L. Anyways let’s just say I lost a bet and now I have to ask out my future husband. I mean it was bound to happen anyway: us dating and ending up being high school sweet hearts, but HE is supposed to ask me out. The girl should never ask the guy out. EVER. But I have to do it by Friday or else my so called friend will reveal to the whole school that I have never been kissed. Yeah, I know, some friend she is. I have no idea how I’m going to approach Fred. He’s like a god and should be approached slowly. It needs to be romantic and whimsical-something that I will enjoy telling our future kids someday down the road when they ask how mommy and daddy starting going out. I was planning to ask Fred on Friday because I’m the typical teenage procrastinator but then the perfect chance came and I couldn’t give it up.

He was alone in Mr. Roger’s classroom when I had to go in and pick up my lost notebook. He was vulnerable and isolated position. It was my perfect time to attack. I walked past him, went to get my notebook, and then dropped my book on the floor, in hopes that he would pick it up and some kind of eye contact would be. Did he even move? Nope. He probably didn’t notice. I let out a loud sigh. He didn’t even look up. Maybe he has a hearing problem. I waited for a couple of seconds and then coughed the loudest that I have ever coughed in my life. He FINALLY looked up. We made eye contact and I swear for a second my heart stopped beating. “Hi,” I said awkwardly. Way to break the ice I think to myself. This is all smooth sailing. This is it. This will be the special moment that I get to tell our kids how we instantaneously clicked eyes and fell in love. I gravitate back to reality. He’s still staring at me. He probably thinks I’m a bombshell. “Do you want to go out with me?” I whispered not even realizing the words that have come out of my mouth. He looked up and stares at me. “Will you go out with me?! I’m begging you!” I asked super quickly and desperately. There wasn’t even a pause before he gave me his response: “Hell no! I don’t even know who you are!” My face turned blank and my mouth was wide open. I was in stunned. Before I could say anything else he practically sprinted out of the room leaving me in shock. That was the worst feeling in the world. I never want to experience this rejection again. I will vow not to ever get rejected again. This will be the day where I give up on men for good. Forever. I will be forever alone. Well, maybe if Ryan Gosling is interested I can make an exception.