Speaker 1: Well, look who's up at about good morning? You got
any plans today? Let me answer that for you. Actually,
you do, in fact have plans because I, your brilliant roommate,
have something sweet and fun for us to do today.
What do you mean? What am I wearing? It's a dress, obviously. Yeah.
I've had this dress since since for a long time.
It's one of my favorites. I do not always wear
cargo pants. I sometimes wear dresses and skirts. I wear
all kinds of stuff you just don't notice. I do too.
I admit I don't wear them all the time, but
fairly often. Yeah. Well, my legs are pale because of genetics.
I get plenty of sun I account of all the
dresses and skirts and stuff. Anyway, we're getting way off
track here. It's a beautiful day. The sun is shining,
and I've got the whole day planned for us. It's
gonna be so much fun. I got us a reservation
for brunch because I knew my sleepy head roommate would
want to sleep in and the Ah, yeah, I said brunch,
you know, like breakfast and lunch mixed together. Oh yeah,
I just adore brunch, like mixing two meals. Together to
save time and making it a whole thing. Whoever invented
brunch is honestly so revolution. There's no other word for it.
Love me some brunch. Yeah, anyway, And then at twelve,
there's going to be a show and get this a
little market in the local park. So I'm thinking after
we eat, we can walk over and hang out, play
some of the games, watch some of the shows, and
then we can browse and dare I say, peruse the
market for some cool things. I'm not being weird. Just
because I don't talk about liking this stuff doesn't mean
I don't enjoy this kind of thing. It just comes
out more on a nice day like today. Dude, you're
getting so caught up on the dress. It's not that weird. Well,
it's only weird because you're making it weird. It's not
really a big deal at least I don't think it is.
I mean, I've had this dress for years. I'm actually
surprised you haven't seen me wearing it before. You know,
you're weird for that. What do you mean? I don't
know what you're pointing at. That's just where the dress.
Oh oh that's oh, I did have the price tag
on the whole time, all these years. That is a
long time to keep the tags on. I am such
an airhead sometimes, huh Yeah, pretty embarrassing, huh that I
just never notice the tag. Okay, this is dumb. Fine.
I bought the dress yesterday, and yes, this is the
only one I own. Okay, I lied because I knew
you'd make a big deal of it. I just thought
I would try something a little bit different for once,
so I bought a new dress. So what sue me?
I'm not upset. I just don't know why I can't
try something new without getting scolded for it or whatever. No,
I know you're not scolding me. I just I don't
like being put into a box. You know. I want
to be able to try something without having to explain myself.
Does that make sense? Thanks? Sorry, I know i'm a
little grouchy. I just well, I'm nervous to step out
of my comfort zone. I don't mean to lash out
or anything. Yeah, I know it's really odd seeing me
in something like this. Think about how strange I feel
wearing it, Like, I feel so exposed. But I I
like it. I like wearing something a little new and strange.
And do you like it? Like the dress? I mean yeah,
like do you think it's a good color or or
does it look good on me? It's not that I
care about your opinion or anything. It would just be
nice to have an opinion. And you're the unfortunate soul
who has to live with me. So what do you think?
What if I like, give you a twirl? I wasn't
sure if I should get something like lower cut or
something that shows a little more leg It's new territory
for me. And then there was this one with like
a nice design on the back. But then I'm like, well,
I can't see the design, So what's the point of
at anyway? What do you think good? Is that it?
You don't have anything else to say? Never mind enough
about me, Go get dressed so we can hit the town.
Come on, chop, chop, we gotta get moving before brunch
time turns into lunchtime. Stop looking at me like that
and get a move on. Don't make me poke you
to get your legs moving. Oh my gosh, you're such
a weirdo. Hold that thought. Hello, miss Abada Vada. Unfortunately
we had a scheduling conflict and we had to cancel
your reservation. Deposit will be refunded in full. Are you
kidding me right now? What the hell? Oh? So the
restaurant that I booked canceled because they accidentally gave it
to someone else. I mean, how does that even happen? No,
this place is reservation only. I made it a week
ago and got lucky that they had a free table. No,
we can't go anywhere else. This place is supposed to
be really nice and the menu looked so good. I
don't understand why they would do that. That. Oh that sucks, dude.
Everything is going wrong about this day. This was a
dumb idea. Just forget about it. No, all of it, brunch,
the market, the dress, all of it. You probably have
better stuff to do anyway. I'm fine. I'm just annoyed,
that's all. And I'm tired. God, I'm such an idiot.
I am an idiot for planning this day and wearing
this stupid dress. No, I don't like the dress. I
hate wearing this kind of thing, and I feel ridiculous.
I just I just wanted to look sweet and pretty
and feminine and stuff. No, it's not that I'm worried
that I can't attract guys. It's that I want the
attention of one very specific person in particular. Yes, I
have a crush. Is it really so surprising? Well, I
don't know that. I'd go as far to describe him
as a lucky guy, but really sweet and thoughtful and
kind and super super cute. Plus he's a total airhead,
like he could rival my ability to space out, and
that's saying something. And also he's pleasantly predictable and comfortable.
He sleeps in every day, always makes me laugh, and
he really really is not getting what I'm putting down
right now. Oh my gosh, dude, I'm talking about you.
It's you. I have a crush on you. You really
make me spell it out for you? Oh my gosh. Yes,
I'm serious. I wouldn't mess around about stuff like this.
We're really good roommates and good friends, at least I
think we are, and even though we don't really hang
out as much anymore. I I don't know, I've I
felt this way about you for a while. I don't know.
I just I tried to keep it in and it
didn't work, obviously, And I don't think that this could
have gone any worse than it did. I wanted to
I really did trust me. If I had the confidence
to ask you out, or at the very least confess
my feelings, I would have. I just kept putting it off,
telling myself all work up to it tomorrow or the
next day, or the next week or the next month. Unfortunately,
if I were to keep doing that, I would certainly
eventually run out of time. It's I don't know. You
have your own group of friends and some coworkers that
you're close with, and I've met them and they're super nice.
But there's some girls there that like to flirt with
you and are all sweet on you, and they're also
they're so pretty and beautiful and cute, and they wear
really nice clothes and dresses and all kinds of stuff.
And you love it. I know that you love it.
I see the way that you look at them. And
then there's me, a dumb, dummy idiot with a bunch
of pants that look nearly identical to each other and
some boring T shirts and baggy hoodies. How could I
ever compete with those beautiful women? Every time I looked
in the mirror, it just became more and more obvious
to me that this wasn't going anywhere. Because I simply
wasn't your type, and that hurt, that really hurt. Huh,
what are you apologizing for? No, it's not your fault,
not one bit. You never made me feel inadequate or
anything like that. It's just my own stuff. So I thought,
if I got a really nice dress and put on
some makeup and planned out a nice day with some niche,
pretty girl things like brunch, then maybe, I don't know,
maybe you would look at me like you look at
those girls. Maybe you could see me as more than
just your roommate, that you would fall for me the
same way eye fell for you. But I'm not any
of that. I'm not a pretty girl. I don't do fun,
little quaint things. I don't wear beautiful clothes. I'm just
me and I can't change that. I don't need you
to pretend that I'm not a total idiot for trying this.
And you don't even need to pretend that I look
nice today. Okay, I know I look stupid and out
of place. Are you sure? Because when I asked you,
you said I looked good, just good, nothing else. I know,
But it just seems like the kind of thing that
you say when you're worried about hurting someone's feelings. I mean,
I guess, now that I say it out loud, I
can see how that doesn't really make sense. I guess
I was just so excited about going out to buy
this dress. I was daydreaming during the drive home. I
kind of convinced myself that you are gonna see me
in this dress, and your jaw would drop and your
eyes would widen, and then, in a dramatic moment, you
get on your knees and confess your love for me.
And I am only now realizing how silly that idea is,
and how I read way too many romance novels when
I was younger. Oh what, what's so funny? Stop laughing
at me? What's the matter with you? Can't you see
him having a crisis. I know it's probably so weird
hearing me be all sappy and stupid. I don't like
talking about this stuff, at least normally, but with you
it's easier. Yeah. I know you had no reason to
think that I liked you. I learned to hide it
just in case, you know. But it really sucks that
when I actually want to tell someone how I feel,
I can't because there's no hints that have been dropped
up en till well in this exact moment when I
outright say it, I'm sorry. I just wanted to be
someone that you could be proud of, that you'd want
to take out to a nice restaurant. It was silly
of me to think. I just I just wanted to
be the girl of your dreams. You really, you're asking
me out after I just made myself look like an
absolute fool. I I don't I me. I am am
the girl of your dreams? Are you? Are you okay? Well?
Why would you say? But I'm not like those other girls.
I can't be like that. I don't even know how
to be like that. I thought you were into that.
I guess I just figured that those girls were your type.
I mean, they always flirt with you, and you seem
to be into it. You are such an airhead. Yes,
they're flirting with you, obviously. Yeah. I mean the way
they laugh at everything you say and they brush up
against you, and that little look they give you. They
were definitely flirting with you. Trust me, I figured you
were super into it, but I guess you were just lost. No,
don't feel bad about it. It's fine. I think everyone
has that moment where they look back something and realize
they're being flirted with or whatever. Don't feel bad. Wow,
So I really went through all of this because I
was panicked that you were going to go out with
one of them and not me. I'm so stupid. So
if they're not your type, then what is me? I okay,
I guess that's a fair point. Not everyone has a
specific type. I guess it's just easier to believe that
everyone fits into some specific category makes things feel more achievable.
I guess, But you really want to go out with me.
You're not just saying that to make me feel better,
because it's totally okay to want someone prettier or sweeter
or whatever. You think. I always look pretty, but I
wear such scrappy clothes. You like me just the way
I am. I don't know what to say. I'm not
anything special, And if you thought that way of me,
why did you never let on? I mean, I guess
I did the same thing. I guess we're both a
bunch of nervous and knuckleheads. Huh, You're so sweet. I'm
sorry for lashing out at you today. I didn't mean to.
I just want to do so badly it hurt. And
now I feel even more like a dummy because all
I had to do was tell you I like do
But you know what, it doesn't matter how we got here. Okay,
it doesn't matter if it was silly or strange or
way too convoluted. None of that matters, because we are here,
and I can't believe that you like me back. Oh
my gosh, what a rush. No no, no, no, you
cannot tease me about any part of today. Please come on.
Let's just move on and forget it. Forget how ridiculous
I was. Dude, Do you know how hard it was
not to burst into laughter when I was trying to
pretend to like brunch, Like I hate brunch, not the
food but the concept. Like damn, just be bold and
commit to a meal. Make it a late breakfast or
in early lunch. Why convolute it? Who neats brunch? I
only knew about the place because it was on one
of your friend's socials. Uh no, I'm not stalking them.
They followed me, so I followed them back. They just
stumbled into my feed. It's not my fault I saw it.
Oh and this dress. I spent literally two hours trying
to figure out what you would like. God, it was
so embarrassing. You have no idea. The lead up to
this day is going to haunt my dreams for years.
I promise. Yes, you know what, that is a great idea.
Let's pretend that none of this happened except for you
asking me out, and then we'll just pretend we had
a very mature, calm discussion and decided we'd be an
awesome couple who decided to go on a date. Sound good?
Hell yeah, revisionist history for the whim. So since our
days are all open, now, you want to go on
a date today? Like right now? Yeah? Why not? Life
is for living. And also I'm staying calm. But I'm
totally freaking out right now that this is happening. I
actually can't wait any longer. I want to go out
with you right now. Please see. I mean, the show
and the market are still on today, and I got
to admit I was into it for that cutie persona
at first. But they do look kind of fun. Do
you want to check it out? Oh? We will be
holding hands absolutely, your hand belongs in mine all the
time now, But before we go, I need to get
changed out of this stupid freaking dress. I kept the receipt,
and I think I might keep the dress too. I mean,
I don't know if I'll ever wear it, but it's
nice to have it in my wardrobe, if for no
other reason than to be a constant reminder that I
should have told you sooner and not have to change myself,
especially for the person I love. Love. I didn't say love,
did I whoops? Oh, just be quiet and get dress.
Mister stop picking on me. Yes, I l ill word
you to