Sometimes I am lame

So, I had legitimately meant to update this more often.

At any rate, I don't really have anything too interesting to say for today. I'll recount a lame story, a story from my past. A history. :)
So, here's the lame story.
So, this summer I was up at BYU studying "retake your failed classes". I have since changed my major after a re-evaluation and career path change. One of the classes necessary for that major, though, was DANCE 180, or beginning social dance. It was a great class, and I really enjoyed it. In this class were many nubile young women, but, due to a certain vow of abstinence which I had taken previously that semester (and yes, this is a reference to another story... but not a story for today), I didn't even try anything with any of them. However, there was one in particular that had caught my eye. I'll call her Girlie.
One point that is necessary to this story is the fact that right now, as I type, I am nursing a wound. It is a painful wound. It is a shameful wound. It is called a zit. They are gross. I still don't really understand the point of them, besides God's way of teaching us humility.
Anyways, so I found myself this Sunday sitting there at a church activity. It was a nice activity overall. Afterwards, there was a plethora of cookies, and before long, the consumption of cookies and socializing of strangers commenced. Those two things tend to be a great 1-2 punch, you know?
Well, who should I notice but Girlie! Now that my self-imposed ban on females is ended, I opted to speak with her. I prided myself silently on my Herculean courage.
So, cookie in hand and zit on lip, I began to speak with my lost friend. It was a nice conversation, then, to be polite, she pointed out the fact that I had chocolate on my lip. Hmm... that seemed curious, as I was eating a snicker-doodle, but I couldn't make a fool of myself in front of Girlie! I wiped my lip, then said, "actually, that's just a scab." So, I failed that one. Oh well.
So, I talked to her for a bit, then left. I looked at my friend Allan, and told him that I should have gotten her number. "there she is, dude" was his encouraging response. So, like the brave man that I am, I went and ate another cookie. It tasted like failure. We got ready to go (about 5 of us came in the same car), then everyone kept telling me to go talk to her.
Well, being a man, I'm not gonna take that! So, I go talk to her. Sadly, I saw her talking to some other guy. DANGIT! SHE MUST BE ENGAGED ALREADY! That HAS to be her fiance, I just KNOW it! Just as I'm about to give up entirely and admit defeat, I see her walk away! What joy! She must have dumped him!
I decide to move in quickly, before she gets engaged again. I go, and say something really suave, like, "You should give me your number so that way I can ask you to come to an... activity... with... me... or something." My manly ways impressed her so much, she not only gave me her phone number, she even gave me her CORRECT phone number! I was pretty pleased.
As I got home, I realized that she didn't have my number, so I sent her a text: "I am Trevor Perkins. I AM MAN!!!"