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-Compliment her
-Find reasons to touch her
-Make eye contact whenever you can
-Serve her in some unexpected selfless manner
Or:
-Simply ask the girl out and see what happens
Or if you want to go bigger, grander…
-Make some big grand confession somewhere she can’t ignore you or run from you
Disclaimer: all of this advice is ONLY if you’re a nice guy who truly loves her and plans to treat her right. I can’t be giving some jerk or sexist bigot ideas on how to get himself a girl.
Then for the first time in two years of writing as Ask Annie, I leave off the Ask.
Signing it just—
Annie
24
Owen
Idon’t email Annie back as Red. I decide to text as myself.
I should be prepping for next period, but instead, I’m reading emails from my friend, where I’ve asked her for love advice... to help me attracther. Yep, it’s every bit as crazy as it sounds.
Mr. Zuckerman, our head principal, walks by my open classroom door, and I drop my phone into my lap, pretending to type on my laptop. He doesn’t even look my way, but I sure feel like a seventh-grader caught breaking the rules.
I wait a minute. After he’s out of sight, I pick my phone back up. I peek up at Annie’s email, still open with her advice for Ready in Red.
“Do something to serve her… something unselfish.” I don’t really have a problem being selfish when it comes to Annie. I like giving her everything. But then I did just deny her this morning.
I open my texting app and write out a note.
Me: I’ll clean up the tools and get Levi to help mecover the open walls. You can use my house for your party.
I sigh. And then, I hit send.
“I like this one.”
The voice behind me sends me jolting in my seat—which is never good. Last time I bounced out of my seat, my head hit the ground, and I somehow ended up as Nurse Phyllis’s potato sack and Annie’s guinea pig.
Rylee Nelson leans past me to point at my computer screen. “Find reasons to touch her. That’s a good one.”
I slam my computer closed, almost nipping Rylee in the pointer. “What—why? What are you—Why are you here, Rylee?” I ask, stumbling over every single syllable.
“I knew you liked her. I knew the two of you should date. See? I should get an A just for that.” She sucks in a breath. “No—even better. Don’t make me take this makeup test. Because I’m so smart.”
“I don’t know what you’re—”
“Or you could just ask her out. Skip all the other ideas.”
“Rylee.” I cram my eyes closed and nod. “Makeup quiz. That’s right.” I puff out a breath and point. “Go. Desk. Sit.” I can join Levi’s caveman club now.
