Discomfort Zone

Taken from once upon a time;
The Girl of the Night award goes to my friend from New Hampshire slash Germany.  She had plowed her boundaries for a boy she wanted and I am not talking in a bad way.  She did what she truly wanted.  And did not let anything that would normally hold her back.  And it was beautiful.

I do that.  Go for it, I mean.  But for me, getting a boy's number is like looking for a needle in a haystack. And you're not even sure that the needle is there.  It was not there last night.  Maybe today it will be.