Fullofstars wrote:
http://www.wrongplanet.net/postt175858.html
I worked up the courage to ask out the guy I've been crushing on for the last few months. Horror.
The guy: Aspie.
Me: Notsomuch.
He agreed. Relief.
We met at a place down the street from where he works, and started out the same as usual: he rattled on about his special interest until I had an oppurtunity to break in and remind him (I think gently) that I already know pretty much everything he's telling me, and that this is in fact a date, and I'd like to talk a little more about him. Panic.
He didn't seem to know the difference between talking about himself, and talking about herpatology, which was kind of adorable. I ended up asking him a few questions, which he answered like a man being interrogated for homicide. He didn't ask any questions in return. Awkward, awkward silence.
So I changed the subject back to snakes. Relief.
...and he started talking about his life. And mine. And hinting around about getting together to do something the following weekend, which I picked up and totally ran with. Hallelujah!
I had kind of an awesome time, which I wasn't expecting. Really, I thought it would take a while for him to warm up and relax (a while as in weeks, maybe months). I also didn't really expect myself to be able to be blunt enough to express my intentions. I wasn't even sure I had it in me to ask him out- but I did, and yayz! Yayz!
Ran into him the following day. This was such a random thing. In all the time I've known him I've never once run into him, I've only ever caught him at his work. So there I am, and here is he, walking towards me, and... nothing. He doesn't see me, so as we're about to pass each other I reach out and touch his shoulder and say his name and he looks TERRIFIED. Confusion.
He pulls away (I realize I probably shouldn't have touched him. I've touched him before, but in a gentler setting, when we were already in close proximity). He looks away. He slows down to a rolling stop, mumbles hello and goodbye, and goes along his way, leaving me Mystified.
Wait, you mean he rambled on about his specialist interest, was all uptight about being touched, and was in general a totally awkward turtle-and it didn't turn you off completely? Has everything the internet has taught me about women been a lie?

Methinks she fancies him to the extent that his shyness is inconsequential!! Just my two thoughts!