darling ones guess what! seriously guess.
nope, that’s not it. it’s better. beautiful robert, my writing teacher who has just screamed up to the top of the crush list, he’s a westerberg fan. HE’S A WESTERBERG FAN!
i could have wet myself with glee and dropped to one knee proposing that he marry me and we have beautiful westerberg-loving, writers together.
you will be proud to know that i did, however, restrain myself.
see, i brought in the westerberg bootleg for my classmate scott, and he had it sitting out there on his notebook. robert came in and sat next to scott and casually asked, “what cds are they?”
and scott told him and beautiful robert got this beatific smile on his face.
“really?”
“yeah,” scott said, “she made them for me.”
“really?”
“Yes,” i said. “i’m a crazy westerberg fangirl.”
so then we talked forever about westerberg, subjecting the poor class to a repeat of last weeks preaching of the gospel, only this time robert joined in. he actually went to the movie on monday night AND he went to all three shows last summer at the guthrie.
*sigh*
so i told him i’d make him a copy of the bootleg. he’s so stoked.
but, but, but. . . it gets better. YES, IT GETS BETTER!
as class ends, he asked a few of us to stay after class. me, being one of the chosen. he says that he hasn’t had time to write up critiques of our story, that they’re getting too long so he’d like to talk to us about them. he gave us his phone number and said we’d set something up.
yeah.
ANYWAY, so as i’m leaving i asked, “you really want that bootleg.”
“yes!” he said.
so then we get to talking and then next thing i know we’re talking about just how very much we love paul westerberg and how wonderful he is and how his music means so much and then next thing i know i’m telling him about the tattoo and pulling up my shirt to show him and it was amazing.
AMAZING!
and, and, and if that wasn’t enough. guess what song he just loves on “Dead Man Shake?” guess?
i know!
you couldn’t kick the smile off my face right now.
Yes, I caught all of that. And I knew you would be just totally flipping out. And, as I was leaving class last night, I caught the phone calling part too.
So, you two have some things in common, and you totally have an “in” now with the CD copying thing.
So why don’t you ask him out? Seriously.
seriously? are you kidding me? did you have crack for breakfast?
Ask him out. Near the end of the class term. What have you got to lose?
Ask him out, doofus. You’re an adult. He’s an adult. You don’t need permission.
I have but three words for you… ASK HIM OUT.
you are all crazy!