He came home late that night from a class where they analyzed the Book of Mormon using the "scholar's tools". It helped to bring his mind out of the orthodoxy orbit of the culture, but he mostly liked going to enjoy a meal with his friends. He had been religiously reading the blog of his new "celebrity crush"(or that's sort of how he saw her anyway) for maybe three weeks now and would wrap it all up tonight.
Jeeesh... I hope she posts again soon. This stuff is soul food.
Though they had never met, there was a comfortable and familiar vibe he felt as he read. She said "out loud" many things he always wanted to say, but was too much of a wimp to let out of his mind. He would often be confronted with the thought of asking her on a date, but thought she was way too high a caliber for him.
Who am I kidding? This girl is going to change the world. Why would I interfere with that?
And then the inner voice-feeling came: "Ask her."
"What? No! That is stupid. No."
"Yes, do it"... "I can't. Look at her... great, now look at me. I can't."... "Look, this could be a great blessing for you, what do you have to lose? There is far more to gain from this than to lose."
This self-conversation went on for a bit until he somehow became convinced that it really was worth a shot.
The worst that could happen would be my pride gets hurt a little and I could continue to happily read her blog as I had done before... right?
"Never saw it like that... maybe I'm foolish..."
He read it again, and again, and again.
"Send it"... "Ahhhhh..."..."Yes, send it."..."AHHHH!"..."Send it!"
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