THE AMY FORDYCE PROJECT

Last night I lay awake and rehearsed what I was going to say to Amy Fordyce today. I planned on asking her to go with me to Friday night’s basketball game.

I had decided that if Brooke was going to be dating other people, then so would I. Two could play at this game.

Actually, four, if you count Brooke, her date, and my date and me.

And Amy seemed like a good choice. She’s smart, she’s good looking, and she’s not that much taller than me.

My problem is that I have trouble talking to girls I don’t know too well.

I’m okay at first, as long as I’ve planned out what I’m going to say. But after the conversation gets going, my mind starts to wander and I tend to lose focus, mainly because I’m thinking stuff like:

But I decided to do my best and play it cool when I saw her after health class today.

Why did she have to ask me a question I didn’t know how to answer?

Crash and burn!