I am going to get this by: I have no idea. How should a sixteen year old ask out a twenty-one year old? This is a faux pas that simply fails me. Um... and I don't mean this in a giggly, girly, stalker sort of way. I hope. No... no, I don't. I refuse to. I mean this in a somewhat half-assed attempt at being mature. I mean this in the "Let's see dinner and a movie and then go fuck like bunnies." Yes. Hell, we can even skip the dinner and movie part.
That totally didn't answer the question: Yeah, well... it wasn't a question you dope. But I admit I have no idea what I'm doing...
Why the fuck do you want this? Hello... life was so much less complicated when you didn't care about boys and sex!: Yeah, well. Maybe I miss the complication. Maybe Ryan's just special. Heck, he makes me bounce. This is not much of a common occurance, I tell you what man...
Well, I sound juvenile...
Mike? Where'd you go?