i'm a terrible person

On rare occasion, a boy will ask me for my number or out on a date. 

From personal experience, I know that this is not an easy thing to do. 

I try to make the experience as painless as possible. 

You know, create a little conversation, ease the fear, make it easier. 

You guys are so brave.  

I commend you. Really. 

But there's a little piece of me that finds joy in the poor boy's suffering. 

Watching them get up the gumption to finally approach you, and then struggling for the words to ask if you're available that weekend.... is really quite hilarious. 

The struggle is keeping the hilarity inside my head. At least until the painful conversation is done. 

Like I said... I feel bad for the guys. And I feel a bad for thinking it's funny. Just for some reason it's so comical. 

Please tell me i'm not the only one. 

I'm basically terrible for finding joy in other people's suffering. 

Note: Karma may come to get you, and you'll only attract crazies. I've got a good story for you soon...