Sooooooooooo … there’s this guy at the rock gym … and I think we need to go on a date right now.
I’m talking epitome of cuteness here. Like, damn. From day one climbing there I spotted him and thought to myself, “Shelby, you have discovered a rare male species in Nevada called the cute man.” We spoke quite a bit today, he helped me in encouraging my little brother up a wall, and taught me a new technique called “stemming” which made climbing wayy easier. We’re pretty much meant to be.
So of course, I need a plan. I think it should be: go climb as much as possible and talk to him in appropriate increments of time so as not to scare him off and eventually maybe possibly ask him out, as long as fainting will 100% not occur. Yep. That sounds fine for now.7