“Hey,” I said. “Hey,” she said. Why the hell do I feel like I’m in grade school, I thought. Just ask her already. She could and probably will help you. She thinks you’re decent and only wants the best for you, you being her friend and all. Just ask her already, damn. “Do you want to meet up on Saturday for Chipotle?” “Sure, what time?” “2 o’ clock,” I stammered. The next two days feel like two weeks. Finally, Saturday at 2 came. “I have something to tell you and I really hope that we could still be friends afterwards,” I began. There is no back after this, I thought. This moment is where the everything will change. This is where we either never talk to each other again or have a stronger friendship than we already have. Now is the moment, there can no longer be any delay. I have lost enough sleep over this; I have reached my limit of tolerance for it as a man. “I think,” I began. “Go on. We’re friends,” she reassured. ” We can talk about whatever. Stop being scary.” “I think that I want..