There was Jazz. I ate ribs. It was a festival. Still guessing? Okay, it was the Jazz and Rib Fest! One of the best events of the summer. I want to personally thank the guy who thought it was a good idea to combine my two second favorite things in my two favorite categories into one huge festival. BUT THAT'S NOT ALL! I got to hang out with the girl I like. It was just us for about 2 hours, during which we acted out and brainstormed scenes from fanfiction that we're planning to write until I was afraid other people would be looking at us like a fighting couple. Afterwards we bought ice cream and her parents gave me a ride home. Now I'm making a thread about it, and at this point the story has caught up to itself.
Not sure, but the only reason she's ever given me as to why she wouldn't want to get with me is that I'm physically unattractive. So she might.
