Youth Group was the BEST tonight! It was some kind of test your abilities thing, but it was really fun. 'She' was there, and some guy she seemed pretty fond of. But the point is, we played football, and little do people know I'm VERY good at football, despite my appearance. Well this oaf was obviously some kind of jock and I just wiped the floor with him. I stripped the ball right out of his hands 3 times and on two kick offs I got the ball right up, 2 feet from the in-zone, and a couple touch-downs involving an interception or two. I even tackled his ass and threw him on the floor! But suffice it to say after about 10 minutes of football she wasn't cheering for him so much anymore. At the end of the night I had her yelling at him to leave! LOL! It was the best night! I don't think he was her boyfriend, no physical contact what so ever the entire night, but there was something, at the beginning of the night anyway. Now I know I can make her think twice about other guys! She even told one of the team captains to pick me for the team she was on! When we were all leaving she said "Good night, James" in the cutest voice, same one she uses to say "Hi JAMES!"<br><br>But I've found out I'm not longer 'junior-high-ish' attracted to her. It's turned into a mature, subtle attraction; a LOT healthier. <br><br>I want to call her because I know EXACTLY how it would go.<br><br>"He 'name', it's james."<br>"Oh, Hi JAMES! So, what's up." (ugh, that is EXACTLY what she'd say)<br>"Nothing, just thought you and I could get together some time."<br>"Well, James ... I have a boyfriend."<br>"Well, 'name', you see: the problem is, I'm not
interested in your boyfriend. I'm interested ... in
you."<br>"James ... I don't know."<br>"I know you were attracted to me at one time. Why don't you give it a shot. One date couldn't make a difference ... or maybe it could, for the better."<br>"I don't know ... james. Well, where would you want to go if I said yes?"<br>"Ice skating, have you ever been ice skating before, 'name.' You'd love it."<br><br>Okay, that's it. And she says yes, and that soudns EXACTLY like her, I'm not embelishing at all. That's what would happen. It's too bad my hand gets kind of sweaty before I can punch in the last digit of her phone number.

<br><br><br>I'm getting way too comfortable with you guys. But none of my real life friends are online enough. Hope you don't mind.