I went in my first date a few days ago and still bummed out because of how bad it was. Or at least how bad I think it was. I feel like I was too serious. Too “to the point.”
I went in my first date a few days ago and still bummed out because of how bad it was. Or at least how bad I think it was. I feel like I was too serious. Too “to the point.”
This is reminding me, I had a 3 year long silent burning crush in secondary school, and we had a school trip that involved an altitude change. I got the worst nose bleed of my life which lasted hours and hours, a torrent. With various adults failing to staunch it I was late to lunch, but giving up they lead me into the lunch room. Only seat left was directly in front of them, and with some other sympathetics so I sat, eating nothing. Crush (ugh, how lovely can a person be. It hurts me still) ate while watching me spurt blood through wads of tissue, unable to talk without blood running into my mouth. Visibly disgusted and openly pitying, I have never seen them look so charming, I think one of the longest times we spent together until years later. Later I hocked up a large bloody mucus clump into the sink that made a different classmate run screaming to the others that I had lost an organ or segment of brain.
I had forgotten that. Thank you