Pursuant to previous discussions about approaching friends and the difficulty thereof, I appear to have done so at least once. So I present to you Nick’s Foolproof* Guide to Hitting on the Hot Librarian Friend You’ve Been Eyeing:
- An invitation to crash on the futon
- Possible mild sun stroke
- An assist from her roommate
- Facing the prospect of spending a whole night kicking yourself for not saying anything
- Ten to twenty minutes pacing between her kitchen and living room while working up the nerve to say something
- Saying something
In any event, said friend was previously known as K here, and will be referred to as Krisaga should she come up again. Krisaga Silvershaper the Baker, neutral good halfling Loremaster.
To be clear, I give people names as they come up, and not as we hook up. Relatedly to both that and anxieties, my friend Ravaella (Laughshield, neutral gnome arcane trickster) recently apologized to me for having “objectified” me after a discussion that involved my talking about various cases of nerves that I have around dating and sex. She had apparently thought of me as “hot Nick with all the ladies”, and thus not fully a real person. For what it’s worth, I felt like she was treating me as people, but I do tend to develop a reputation as a Casanova of some sort with friends who don’t know me well. And have done when I deserved it less than I have while Ravaella’s known me, for what that’s worth. It’s been frustrating, but it’s also not impossible that I kind of cultivate that, if not entirely consciously. It’s something I’ll try to keep an eye on.
Switching gears slightly, I seem to have stumbled into a sort of quad situation. Stoella’s boyfriend Thoven Taletreader the Scribe, neutral evil elven cleric of Kani, the god of knowledge and the trickery used to obtain it, came to one of the parties Carrie and I throw not often enough. He’s fantastic, and I quite like him, and Carrie quite likes him. She and Thoven hit it off and have been seeing each other, completing the geometry here. We have formed a trivia team, but have only done middling well because the four of us have some similar blind spots. We’re getting better, though. One of the four of us needs to start dating someone who knows sports.
* may or may not be foolproof. Your mileage, social anxiety, and librarian may vary.