It's A Conspiracy!

I'm telling you, it is a conspiracy that I am not fated to ask her out. She, you know who. Conspiracy because everything that I did today leading up to the crucial moment always has something happening that prevented me from going the last mile.

Fresh in the morning, i shaved. But I didn't noticed I missed a spot until I felt it when I was stroking my chin in deep contemplation. First bad omen.

Then, as I went to wash up, I noticed the time; 5:15 pm. Ten minutes earlier than usual! That alone should've told me what I had planned is not going to go as planned. Second bad omen.

Finally, after class, which is the time I plan to take her aside and ask her privately; as opposed to announcing to the whole class; to go out, along came Polly! No, not Polly Polly. Just some student asking her questions about today's lesson for so long until I have no time to ask her mine before the night guardsman kicked me out of the class. Damn, why did the girl want to ask the questions, of all nights, she chose tonight! Arghh! Spoil my plan only. I was so psyched! I was ready! I was defeated by a cheesecake of coincidence called fate!

This Thursday still on. Lucky for me, I got backup plans.