Instincts

My ability to tell if a boy likes me is worse only than my ability to show a boy that I like him.

This in mind, when Bill and I met a ridiculously cute boy on the bus who seemed like he may be interested in me, Bill pushed and encouraged me to pursue him. In the end, it turns out the very cute boy is interested in me only as a friend.

This is why I don't go after guys all that aggressively—things usually end with me in the losing corner.