Prince
I was walking across campus today in the pouring rain and this guy stopped me. He said, “Hey, I keep seeing you around school and I just have to ask; would you want to go on a date with me some time?”
Ballsy, no??
I said, “Actually, I have a boyfriend,” which is true, but I probably would have said it anyway…
He insisted that I take his number “in case it doesn’t work out” and because, he said, this was the bravest thing he’d ever done, so he had to at least give me his number.
I said fine. He asked for my phone to enter his number and I obliged… what could I do?
When he was done he said, “What is your name?” and I said Jessica and he said, “I’m Trev. Nice to meet you. I hope you call me sometime.”
Just now I was looking through my phone and saw that he had saved his number as “Prince.”
Like I said, ballsy.
Anyhow, thanks for the ego-boost, Prince Trev. Good luck finding your princess… cuz she definitely ain’t me.
