So the other day, I missed my chance with someone who could become important to me, her fault and I was pissed off about it, but whatever- it's in the past now.
It looks like I'll be getting another shot in a few days, but I'm so scared of blowing it that I probably will.
I've not been scared of a girl since early teens, I don't know how this happened- You build someone up in your head so much, that even if they're nothing special, you feel like they're the one most important thing in the world.
The day will no doubt be filled with chemical enjoyments, but I'm not sure it'll be enough- I'm going to worry so much that I'll just end up screwing it up...

I was in the same position the day before yesterday. He was so perfect but after our date everything cracked.

Don't worry about blowing it. This moment right now while you've got butterflies is your stomach and you're into her, it's the best part really. If you're getting another chance, that means she's not completely gone.

Whatever you're taking will probably calm your nerves and if it doesn't and you do something stupid, at least you'll have an excuse. Something to laugh at later on, it may give you another opening.
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The day will no doubt be filled with chemical enjoyments, but I'm not sure it'll be enough

Never, never say that. Tequila will give you the confidence of ten men.

Never, never say that. Tequila will give you the confidence of ten men.

I read: "Tequila will give you the confidence for ten men." I had to check op's gender, and then reread.
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Just build yourself worst-case scenarios. Thats what I do. What's the worst that could happen? I look deeply into her eyes, and not notice the car thats drifting out of the road, and it sideswipes us and I lay there dieing, she pukes, on me, then throws her cigarette butt at me and says "oh well, no loss, now i don't have to tell him i've hated him since second grade".

And this is just the beginning - you should be able to work wild wolves, demons, and stds all in there. Maybe she's a man. Anyways, I get distracted and find it humorous enough that my nerves disappear somewhat. G'luck.

I read: "Tequila will give you the confidence for ten men." I had to check op's gender, and then reread.
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Just build yourself worst-case scenarios. Thats what I do. What's the worst that could happen? I look deeply into her eyes, and not notice the car thats drifting out of the road, and it sideswipes us and I lay there dieing, she pukes, on me, then throws her cigarette butt at me and says "oh well, no loss, now i don't have to tell him i've hated him since second grade".

And this is just the beginning - you should be able to work wild wolves, demons, and stds all in there. Maybe she's a man. Anyways, I get distracted and find it humorous enough that my nerves disappear somewhat. G'luck.

Pessimistic much?

Trust me man, hope for the best.

With every huge trough comes a crest. You have to feel like shit, really really shitty every once in a while to be able to feel the good times.

With every huge trough comes a crest. You have to feel like shit, really really shitty every once in a while to be able to feel the good times.

Some of the best advice ever given.

If you had a chance missed it, and have another, it means that she doesn't hate you or isn't repulsed by your attempts to pull her. Show her you're the badass/sophistcate/whatever you know you are. But you're really gonna have to know it.