How can I be so fuc*ing stupid! On my way back from Ruth’s house, I realized I don’t even know if she’d be coming on the date or not. I mean if only I would’ve stayed to listen to her answer instead of sprinting away the moment I asked her out, I would’ve known. I could message her but first I need to figure out where to take her. Yeah, I haven’t exactly figured out the date part. Movies? Nah she’d think I am just a creep who wants to feel her up in the dark. Fancy dinner? Nope, that’d be boring if I took her to dinner only and that’ll cost a lot too, not that I have a problem with that, I have money from fighting but I don’t want her to think I am that boring. Amusement park? Picnic? All of these choices seemed lame to me at the time.
Argh………...frustrated, I ripped out the headphones fr
