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5 Things Not To Do When Near "That One Girl"

5. Freak out.

4. Hum anything resembling a wedding march.

3. Mention sports (unless she loves it).

2. Lament the fact that she said 2 words.

1. Contact her. Play it cool, friend.

P.S. Freak Out Session: BUT I CAN'T TAKE THIS! That was the worst thing I have ever seen. I am doomed. This is not funny. Then, she peaced out like she was Barack Obama at CPAC, dude. I am a creeper. Yes, I want to e-mail her again. Oh, fine, I was looking forward to seeing her all week. Yes, it was overhyped. But how often do you forget about all the other girls in your world? At this point, I think I could be surrounded by all the women from the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue and assured that they were all Christians, and I'd be like, "Yeah, but..." That can't be good. I want to jump in a freezing cold lake or something. Sheesh. I've gone mad. Plain flat-out nuts. I might even eat an onion. Alright, that's a bridge too far. I gotta sleep this one off.

Comments

Hey onions are good!

Hmm... my friend, this is not good, this is not good at all.

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