Right now, in my red wine confident mind, I would ask the boy I’m interested in getting to know better to hang with me on Saturday, at a beer fest at a baseball game.
Or, less confidently, I’d ask a friend if this would be a good idea.
Most likely, I’ll pass out within minutes and neither will happen in the light of day.
I have a love/hate relationship with my red wine confidence.
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