I’m done watching you act all sexy while I sit idly by. So I’m going to give you two choices. You can either ask me out or you can stop being so damn adorable. It’s up to you.
You’re torturing me.
I don’t know if you realize this, but whenever you lock eyes with me or give me your trademark sideways smile, you send shivers through my skin. I absolutely hate how you can turn me on, just by laughing at one of my corny jokes. I hate how you make my day whenever I see your flawless face in person. Most of all, I hate how humble you are. You don’t even realize what you’re doing to me. You think you’re just another guy, when really, you mean the world to me.
I’m not going to be the one to make the first move.
Don’t get me wrong. Normally, I’d walk right up to you and ask you out on a date. I wouldn’t hold back, because I believe in going after what I want. But you’re just too cute for me to take that risk with. I doubt you’d actually accept my offer, because plenty of girls have given you the same one. So if we’re ever going to get together, then you need to make the first move. In the meantime, I’ll continue daydreaming about you.
The flirting has reached its peak.
I’m all for building the sexual tension. Flirt with me until kissing you is the only thing occupying my mind. Tease me until I’m begging for more. But I think you’ve already reached the point of no return. So if you want to ask me out, now is the time to do so. If you make me wait any longer, I’m going to implode.
You’re not playing fair.
I’d like to be friends with you. I really would. But it’s impossible to focus on what you’re saying when you’re wearing a short-sleeved shirt that reveals all of your tattoos. If you aren’t interested in dating me, if you want to be platonic friends with boundaries, then you’re going to have to take your hotness down a notch. You can’t expect me to treat you like a big brother when you look that good.
I just want to know how you feel.
I’m sick of trying to figure out what your morning texts and heart-eyed emojis mean. I just want to know how you feel about me, one way or another. If you’re as crazy about me as I am about you, fantastic. If you aren’t interested in me at all, so be it. I don’t care if I get rejected. Just save me some trouble and tell me what you’re thinking. I can’t take the anticipation anymore. I really can’t.