Alright fellas, heartbreak veterans, emotional support squad and whoever’s online.
I think I messed up.
Caught feelings. Real ones. Not the “she liked my meme so maybe this is love” kind… nah. This is the “she smiled and now I’m googling if we have the same taste in pasta shapes” kind of emotional crisis.
She’s smart. Funny. Roasts my Spotify playlists like it’s her job. Somehow still finds my cooking charming, even though I once burned a boiled egg (yes, that’s a thing, and no, I don’t want to talk about it). I was chill , cool, composed, emotionally bulletproof , until she called me “adorable.” And now? I’ve been smiling like a Disney sidekick for three days straight. I think I giggled. Me. Giggled.
Now I have no idea what I’m doing. Zero game plan.
Do I just go for it and tell her? Try to play it cool and hope she notices I’m low-key in love with her smile? Should I send her a meme with an emotionally encrypted confession? Or just scream into the void and hope Cupid’s got good aim this season?
Also, serious question , if I send her a sweet message and she leaves me on read, is it socially acceptable to delete my entire identity and start over as a lighthouse keeper in Iceland?
So yeah. If anyone out there has advice (or snacks, I’m stress-eating), hit me up. I’ll be here, listening to sad indie love songs like I’m the main character of a movie no one asked for.
Sincerely,
A guy who thought he had it together… until she said “you’re kinda sweet.”
I think I messed up.
Caught feelings. Real ones. Not the “she liked my meme so maybe this is love” kind… nah. This is the “she smiled and now I’m googling if we have the same taste in pasta shapes” kind of emotional crisis.
She’s smart. Funny. Roasts my Spotify playlists like it’s her job. Somehow still finds my cooking charming, even though I once burned a boiled egg (yes, that’s a thing, and no, I don’t want to talk about it). I was chill , cool, composed, emotionally bulletproof , until she called me “adorable.” And now? I’ve been smiling like a Disney sidekick for three days straight. I think I giggled. Me. Giggled.
Now I have no idea what I’m doing. Zero game plan.
Do I just go for it and tell her? Try to play it cool and hope she notices I’m low-key in love with her smile? Should I send her a meme with an emotionally encrypted confession? Or just scream into the void and hope Cupid’s got good aim this season?
Also, serious question , if I send her a sweet message and she leaves me on read, is it socially acceptable to delete my entire identity and start over as a lighthouse keeper in Iceland?
So yeah. If anyone out there has advice (or snacks, I’m stress-eating), hit me up. I’ll be here, listening to sad indie love songs like I’m the main character of a movie no one asked for.
Sincerely,
A guy who thought he had it together… until she said “you’re kinda sweet.”