The Perfect Chance

radiosilence95's picture

Tonight. Tonight was freaking spectacular. I went to dinner with Judd and Brittany. We only stayed for about forty or so minutes, the conversation didn't pick up as smoothly as it did the last time Brittany came, but I think that's because all three of us were out of it; Judd was coming down from a high and Brittany and I were somewhat tired. So I suggested that we celebrate Brittany getting a new car by taking a cruise in it. Judd didn't want to go, so guess who spent an entire evening with Brittany alone? Yup. Me.

We drove aimlessly through country roads for a little bit, found a Siberian husky trotting alongside the road and tried in vain to coax it to us, then I told her about the beautiful creek Judd and I explored. So we went there, where we spent most of the evening. Her "new" car is a '93 Buick and it is the epitome of stereotypical old lady cars. She drives like an old lady, too! She goes incredibly slow and tends to swerve a bit when her mind floats elsewhere and she's just so cautious. God, she is adorable.

So we slipped off our shoes and waded through the creek, following it quite a distance both north and south, enjoying the sand beneath our feet and the minnows nibbling at our toes, hopping over logs, poking sticks in suspiciously large holes, just taking in nature. We had several frightening encounters; we came across a gigantic wolf spider, a baby corn snake, and a swarm of irritating bees that were surprisingly harmless. Brittany had several spaz attacks because she's deathly afraid of bees and she kept thinking that there was something dangerous in the water. Haha.

Once darkness began to descend, we sat beneath a very old, rickety bridge and talked as the fireflies danced all around us. I sat as close to her as I deemed would be comfortable for her and she didn't seem to mind at all. In the midst of our conversation, we heard what sounded like a huge animal walking through the brush. It sounded very close, so we were freaking out because we were surrounded by nearly pitch blackness and had no idea what the fuck it was. I scooted even closer to her and snuggled up next to her for a few moments, and after holding our breaths for awhile in silence we finally relaxed and kept talking. She didn't seem to mind that, either. The physical contact, not the scary noise. She definitely minded the scary noise. But then I mumbled Sasquatch and Bigfoot jokes to ease the tension so it was okay.

After that we gathered the nerve to slip our shoes back on and goof around on the bridge, which looked like it could collapse at any given moment. I always feel much more adventurous whenever Brittany's around. Then we lied in the middle of the road and marveled at the infinity of the stars. It's okay, nobody really drives on that road anyway. We saw several odd anomalies darting across the sky and instantly labeled them UFOs for our entertainment. They definitely weren't jets or planes though.

Sounds romantic, huh? The whole star-gazing part, at least. We were alone, having a fantastic time, enjoying each other's company, for almost five entire hours, and I didn't even tell her how I felt about her. Don't worry, I'm beating myself up enough already. It was seriously the perfect chance. When we were staring at the stars in a comfortable, soothing silence, I could've told her. When were talking about sex and relationships, I could've told her. I could've told her at any given moment the entire time.

But I didn't, and I'm mad at myself for that. I just couldn't get the words out. Even though I'm pissed at my own pathetic failure, I still had an amazing time tonight. We had a lot of fun together. We cracked up so many times and it was just so awesome to be with her. I'll never meet another girl quite like her, I can tell you that.

Also, I talked to Judd about the dealing situation before Brittany arrived. He said that the exchange took place in his house and it was only once with a trusted friend. I asked him if he would be doing it again and he said most likely, but not too often. So that's good.


jeff's picture


There is really no right or wrong time to tell her. Setting and mood really won't influence her response, because she already knows her response.

When you tell her your interest, she will respond.

So, you're just getting tripped up on prompting what will prompt her already-decided response.

Not as spooky when you think of it like that. If a female friend came to you, said they were into girls and thought you were hot, you'd probably immediately be into it or like, 'but we're just good friends.' Which means not into it.

"You can judge the whole world on the sparkle that you think it lacks" - Dawes, When My Time Comes (

radiosilence95's picture


Very true.

I'm still scared though. Really not good at this sort of thing.

ElsaGabor's picture

What the hell!

That night sounded like one out of a movie, not fair man :)

radiosilence95's picture

XD Yeah, it was amazing.

XD Yeah, it was amazing. Perfect, really. And our next planned activity is most likely going to be nighttime swimming at my house. Which means seeing her in a bikini :o

ElsaGabor's picture


I can't tell you how many times I've had people over to swim so I can see my guy friends shirtless xD But nothing beats swimming in the rain, its so much fun :3

jeff's picture


not in a bikini...

Although that is possibly a bit dodgy if you do that before coming out to her, etc. hehehe.

"You can judge the whole world on the sparkle that you think it lacks" - Dawes, When My Time Comes (

Meow's picture

Actually, now seems to be a

Actually, now seems to be a better time. After the amazing fun and all is over, you can just be like, hey, I need to tell you something. And she may already know.
So no need to kick yourself for not telling her.

radiosilence95's picture

Yeah, you're right. I would

Yeah, you're right. I would really prefer to tell her in person, so I'll have to wait until we hang out again if I want to do this the right way. Don't want to hide behind a text message like I've done before.

Also, I'm standing behind my theory that the more thought I put into something the less likely I am to do it. So if we're hanging out and I just don't think about telling her so much, I'll tell her. Impulsiveness is the best route.

jeff's picture

Do half and half...

Text her, hey I have something important to tell you, let's get together tonight...

"You can judge the whole world on the sparkle that you think it lacks" - Dawes, When My Time Comes (

MaddieJoy's picture


That sounds beautiful! Can I use the whole star-watching etc thing in one of my stories? It's so amazingly perfect! *sigh*

"It's a helluva start, knowing what makes you happy."
--Lucille Ball

radiosilence95's picture

Yes, of course you can! It

Yes, of course you can! It honestly felt like a date, though I can't say for certain if she shares that sentiment :P