The First Approach

Or better yet, “My Attempt At The First Approach”.

Running through the list of guys I dated, I knew exactly who should be the first person I ask to write his side of the story. The choice is rather obvious. Our brief encounter was confusing - who has not been through one of those! Actually, I hesitate to use the word “dated” at the beginning of this paragraph because I am not sure if that ever did happen. Anyways whatever the weird mixed-signals, head-scratching experience was, we are friends now.

His name, if you were an inhabitant of my LaLa Land that is filled with rainbows and ponies, would be Cupcake Boy. We have hung out a bit since then. Our conversations more often than not comprise of little sense and lots of giggles. We even joke about our romantic incident, but that does not mean that I am going to randomly throw this project at him. I have been telling him about a blog that I am working on and would like his help. It has been three weekends now: 1) Just did not feel like it was the right time and I did not even have the blog up 2) Both of us were out of town and 3) Both are now infected with germs. Could this be the universe’s way to telling me that he might not be the right first approach? Or is it appropriate considering the nature of our confusing start?