And I feel pretty damn good!

If you told me a month ago that I would feel good after being shot down, I would’ve called you crazy for even suggesting I go talk to a girl. It’s something I haven’t done since the sixth grade, roughly seven years ago. I didn’t do it because I was terrified I would drop back into severe depression if I got rejected.

But I worked on myself, and it didn’t phase me when she said no, and she didn’t even really say no. She said she had a boyfriend, and I had no problem with that.

This was my first cold approach, and yes, I wish it was a yes, but the no didn’t really hurt as much as I thought it would, if at all.