Okay, let's just say that IRL, I am the shyest person EVER around dudes that I fancy.
Now, a while ago, I had this crush on a french dude (his name was Andrew, which is a very english name for a francophone.) and I was too afraid to ever talk to him. The most I ever said was a slightly mis-pronounced "hello". Now, my friends were dead-set on making me talk to him, so one day, they dragged me over to wherever he was playing (american) football at, and at the time he had no clue who I was. my friends were dragging me there by my shirt, (which was a button up shirt. button up long sleeve shirts take up half of my wardrobe.) and suddenly, several buttons snapped. Since I was wearing nothing under my shirt, my friends just accidentally made me expose myself to the guy I like. ****ing idiots, they are. NEVER drag anybody anywheres by their button-up shirts.
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