I found out friday night at a football game that this* really* pretty girl from another school wanted to get to know me better because she had seen me at other games and talked to me at a party and thought I was nice. She got my number from someone and called my house after the game and asked me if on Saturday if “My friends could meet your friends and we could be friends” and of course I say “yes”.
I wake up Saturday morning with this huge ugly ass pimple right in the middle of my face and from their it was all down hill.
I told my friend to make an excuse for me because I didn’t want to go out anymore but everybody kept telling me not to worry about it.
I end up going anyway feeling really self conscious eventhough I was with this big group of people. I should have felt like I owned the mall but I couldn’t stop thinking about this pimple because I could feel it. It felt like it had a freaking heartbeat and because of that I didn’t want to look right at this girl who BTW had perfect skin. There was one guy there that had huge pimples all over and it didn’t seem to phase him he had a nice looking girl on his arm so I kept trying to tell myself I had nothing to be ashamed of and my friends were basically saying the same thing. We stayed at the mall until about 7 but after a few hours that gets boring so we all drove over to an arcade that also had mini-golf and go-karts.
We did that for a few hours and I didn’t realize that I was so worried about this pimple that I gave her a bad vibe so later we had seen a movie and in the movie because it was dark I got the courage to ask her if she was having a good time she said “No” because I was acting like I didn’t want to be around her and I said that I did it’s just that I was self conscious about the giant pimple on my head and she was like “Yeh Ok” but in a real sarcastic way. I guess she didn’t care about the pimple, having wrote this I don’t know if I should pit myself or the pimple. By the way that thing is less than half the size it was last night, it’s like it made an appearance for the sole purpose of ruining my chance with this girl when it could have came up on any one of those nights during August when all I was doing was playing video games and using the computer.
I want another chance to go out with her so I’m going to try one more time, I’m either going to try to make it to the next home game and “bump” into her or have her best friend see if she was still mad at me. If anyone has a better idea let me know.
Call her up! If she turns you down, and you find out it was based on your looks, you’ve saved a lot of hassle.
But you’ll never know until you try. If she talked about you before you were even officially acquainted, saying you seemed “nice” then she sound like a nice girl herself, one to whom attitude matters more than some fake notion of status.
You were just nervous. Find out from mutual friends what movie she wants to see this time, or other interesting activity, then call her up, sound cool, and say you’re sorry about acting like you did. Then “Say, I XXXXXXX is showing now. Would you like to go?” If she says yes it’s cool. If it’s at the mall, there’s sure to be a florist, on “impulse” buy her a single rose. Be an old fashioned guy this time around, hold the doors and everything.
This might be expensive, movies and a flower, but if you think you can swing it, it would be worth saving up for.
BTW, my parent’s first date was after my dad expressed an interest in my mom to mutual friends. He wasn’t asking, so she told her girlfriend, who got back to him about it, and the rest is history.
Good luck. Keep us informed!
Don’t save up. Borrow the bread from dad. If he doesn’t front you for a bouquet, then you should put yourself up for adoption. Tell the florist what happened. Tell her that you want something light and pretty, not a dozen red roses, so that you can tell the girl that she’s great and you were just off your game. On the note say something to the effect that you are sorry you acted like such a tool, and that you were really self-conscious and tongue-tied, and that you’d really like to do something w/ her again.
In college, my fraternity sent flowers to a sorority once, and all the girls went nuts. They were so excited because they never got flowers from a guy. They seriously flipped for the flowers. On the couple of occassions that I’ve sent flowers the effect was really huge. The problem was that I blew my opportunities by being pathologically shy in person.
Just make sure you are cool about the thing. Keep in mind that to make people like you, you have to get them to do favors for you. Doing favors for other people will not make them like you; but if they do favors for you, they explain it by liking you more.
Caveat emptor.
I had a fabulously hideous pimple show up right above the left corner of my lips on the same day that the guy I like came to visit me. In a fit of clever thinking, I colored it brown and played it off as a mole, Cindy Crawford-style.
Okay, no I didn’t. But he had a huge pimple on his right temple so we commiserated.
A had a pencil-eraser-sized zit show up on my upper lip the morning of the first day of class, the day I had to introduce myself to 15 people as the editor of the paper. I think the zit actually introduced itself. It may have given flowers to the girls, too, I’m not sure. Anyway, the zit is now gone and I don’t think there’s been any lasting weirdness. I would definitely recommend calling this girl and asking her out and explaining that you really would like to see her, you just felt like crap 'cause of the zit. I mean, if she still wants to go out with you after you had this huge zit, she must be determined.
It’s a ZIT. They happen. They happen to her too. Just make a little joke over it, and get on with life. She really won’t care unless she’s so shallow that parmecium are gasping for water. 
Trust me dude, I have been there and done that so many times that the T-shirt is two sizes too small and is worn out besides. 
Now, a herpes sore- THAT I might hide inside with.
Call her back, explain the zit and the situation, apologize, and hell yes, buy her a damn rose. A nice one.
I wasn’t going to admit this, but at 28 I still get pimples occasionally. Now I had the world’s worst case of acne for many years, so I can deal with it, except they’re all in the same place (my chin), and they always come around the time of my period.
It’s gotten to the point where my SO has asked me, “You’re breaking out…is it that time already?” It’s like my chin just refuses to grow up.
I’m 28 for Og’s sake! I’ll be 29 soon!
I hate to tell you this, but I’m 45 and still get them occasionally…
42 and I still get them.
I don’t think that START’s problem is the Zit witha a ZIP code, it’s now damage control. Unfortunately, you never get a chance to make a first impression, and the first one is sometimes all it takes.
But START, be a slugger and take the advice of others. In fact, if you admit to her that you were shy because you really wanted to impress her, that might be really endearing. You might yet get the Zit From Hell to work in your favor!
Here is the update… this all happened Saturday of course and I called this girl’s best friend on Monday and she said that she would talk to her friend but that if I didn’t hear from them by Wednesday I should probably move on.
Wednesday comes and goes and I get no phone call. I was dissapointed but I was ready to move on.
I wasn’t expecting on Thursday that pretty girl and best friend would show up at my school find my car park behind it and wait for me. It turns out that best friend’s little brother is a freshman at my school. They were picking him up but they were also hoping to see me. Guess what pretty girl apologized to me, she said that she had gotten in a fight with her family that night so she wasn’t acting herself. I apologized for making her think I didn’t want to be there. She said that she “wasn’t even tripping” and that the pimple was no big deal either. After they pick up the little bro, pretty girl drove the four of us around for about a half hour going nowhere. She drove around and told me about her family and I literally didn’t say anything except “Uh Huh” , “Really?” and “I see” but she was so happy because she said I was a great listener. Then she drops me off at my car and tells me that on Friday her older brother’s band is playing and that I can come if I want.
Friday I come to the performance (BTW her brother’s band sucked but I stayed the whole time) believe it or not I took doper advice and I brought her a rose that one of my gardening neighbors generously donated and she liked it but I think her friend liked it more because she kept gushing over it and saying that I was so romantic and I think she took it home but I can’t prove it.
She was working helping out her brother’s band so I didn’t really talk to her on Friday. Today for lunch her friends and my friends all met up at a restaurant and now have a great story to tell when we get older because there were 10 of us but not only did we not have enough money to pay a tip but we were 15 dollars short and basically had to sneak out of the restaurant. In case your wondering I paid more than my fair share of the bill.
That’s pretty much it and only time will tell… 
There ya go, START. The zit did not triumph.
No offense, and not to get off on a waitress rant, but is ripping a waitress off for 15 bucks something you’ll be proud to tell your grandkids? Cause if it is, you could skip that whole breeding bit.
I realize you may not even be aware of it, since you’re obviously still in high-school-young, but when that happens to a waitress, the restaurant doesn’t eat the shortage, the waitress does. In a Denny’s type place, it’s likely your friends cost her a good portion of her total earnings that night. Waitresses tend to only get paid 2.15 an hour plus whatever they make in tips. Whatever their checks are short comes out of their pocket.
Just so you know. For future reference.
And yes, I understand you paid more than your share. It doesn’t stop the fact that you won’t be able to go in there again, because chances are, the waitress will remember you, and skipping out on a check is absolutely no different than shoplifting. Theft of services is against the law too.
Yeh I feel terrible, I didn’t want to screw the waitress that’s why I paid for more than my fair share and that particular restaurant is off my list not because of the thing about skipping out on a check being illegal but because I’m afraid of what she might do to my food if she see’s me again. :eek:
Hell with my luck, she’d have taken the zit out and declined that I choose to accompany it 
Find the punk ass bitches that didn’t plan ahead, din’t have money to pay with, and skipped out on the bill. Shake down for cash. Repeat.
Take said money back to the restraunt when it isn’t busy, ask to speak to the manager of waiter directly if they are working, and calmly explain the situation. Apologize for being tardy with payment, but explain what caused it, and provide a nice hefty tip to the wronged waiter.
Glad to hear things turned out okay for you. I just popped in (God, that was bad) to pit my own zit.
I’ve never gotten zits much, but they’ve always seemed to come at the most inopportune times, such as school picture day. I only get about two a year now, but I woke up last Thursday morning to a huge one that must have been saved especially in honor of my 27th birthday that day!
We know. That’s why you were out with the other girl.
It’s just a pimple, it’s not like an extra arm is growing out of your head. Although it certainly can feel that way sometimes. Everybody’s been there, eventually you’ll realize it’s not a big deal.
Aw. Don’t say that!