The truth was, even the wimpiest boys were more adept than Trip at asking girls out, because their sparrows' chests and knock-knees had taught them perseverance, whereas Trip had never even had to dial a girl's phone number. It was all new to him: the memorization of strategic speeches, the trial runs of possible conversations, the yogic deep breathing, all leading up to the blind, headlong dive into the staticky sea of telephone lines. He hadn't suffered the eternity of the ring about to be picked up, didn't know the heart rush of hearing that incomparable voice suddenly linked with his own, the sense it gave of being too close to even see her, of being actually inside her ear. He had never felt the pain of lackluster responses, the dread of "Oh...hi," or the quick annihilation of "Who?" His beauty had left him without cunning... - The Virgin Suicides
So I finally worked up the courage about a month ago to ask the girl from the cafe out for coffee (which is funny since that's what she spends most of her day fixing). She even said yes...but then backed out, probably because she barely even knows me.
That's the first time I've ever asked out an almost complete stranger and what's ironic is that I don't think I'd ever even want to go out with the kind of person who would be willing to go out with someone they didn't know, so the whole thing was flawed from the beginning.
As I told Darin, though, in some ways I felt the need to, at least once, experience a really bad, basically blind date because I've only ever dated people I've been friends with first (and in long term relationships at that).
Besides, getting past my knock-knees to feel my courage swell was only because it didn't have the risk that asking a good friend out involves, which is of course the kind of person I think people should be dating in the pursuit of a godly wife. That, of late, has at least been the burden of my heart.