Cube 5 Part 5

I sat at the table eating cookies and milk. Everything looks better after having homemade cookies and some ice cold milk.
While munching I processed through the events of the day. It certainly was not what I expected, but I couldn't change that now. I had learned in my young life to only worry about the present because that is the only thing I can control. The present was that I have a date with a girl that I have had a crush for the last few months.
I needed to paint a picture for myself no matter how bleak it would look. I have a crush on a girl that works in a cubicle that is not far from mine. I lack self confidence in boy/girl relationships. I crashed head on into said crush and laid her flat on the floor, fortunately, I didn't injure her. I asked her on a date and implied that I make the girl pay for the date or we go dutch. I leave before she can flat out tell me no. She comes to my cubicle and I call her by her code name Cube 5. She then has to tell me how this date will at least start. And like a love sick cow I shake my head when she asks me a question. We are leaving after work and was told to not do anything fancy.
I am so flabbergasted that I do not remember anything between leaving the office and sitting at my table eating cookies and milk.
From the looks of it I don't have anything going for other than she said yes. Hey she did say yes. That has to stand for something. Right? Yeah, she likes to be steamed rolled by some guy pretending to be a bookworm.
I have had a big day and an embarrassing one to boot. I'm heading to bed.