Oodles of Feelings
Over the past year, I've become good friends with one of my co-workers (we'll cal him John). John has florescent white hair, is about as skinny as a stick, and was really shy when I first met him, but throw in a few months of working together and we get along really well. In November, girls started asking guys to this year's girls' choice formal dance and I, being a bit slow on the process, watched as all of my guy friends got asked to the dance, leaving me wondering who in the world I was going to ask. I had a shift with John one day in early November, and the idea popped into my head to ask him! Of course! John goes to a different high school, so he wouldn't have already been asked, plus we're good enough friends that we could keep a conversation going throughout the whole dance meaning I wouldn't have to worry about awkward silences (I hate awkward silences). I patted myself on the back, pleased to have thought of someone to ask, and grateful to not ha...