Getting the Girl

What a freaking waste of time.

Nick’s been calling me non-stop this whole week, asking me advice on how to ask a girl out. Anyone who knows me at all also knows I’m not the person to ask about things like that. The last person I ‘dated’ was Mike Plamondon, and that was in fifth grade; I also didn’t ask him out in the first place, it was the other way around. Anyway, my basic point is that I’ve never asked anyone out. So, frankly, it’s pretty stupid of Nick to be asking my advice on something I only have theories about. All I can give him is my preferences as a girl, for example, asking out someone on the phone or internet is pretty lame, but hopefully he knew better than that even without me saying so.

All this week I’ve been talking to him, but mostly just listening to everything he said… and yes, I’m a much better listener than advisor, which is why I stayed on the line with him for several hours, hoping that his venting, while mildly annoying to me, would at least be benefiting him somehow. But as it turns out, and as he’s just told me, I haven’t helped him at all. That not only disappoints me, it angers me. I had way better things to do than sit there and listen to him cry to me about his problems, since it didn’t even help him out.