On the next day of school, I talked to this girl in my English class, and she was really nice. Her name is Greta. So I asked her out. And this time, I did the right thing by letting her pick what to do. See? I'm a fool who plays it cool! Wait, that didn't come out right…

""I'll let you pick." I allowed.

"Wow, my other boyfriends never let me pick." Greta said excitedly.

"Well, I'm a fool who plays it cool!" I exclaimed. I then paused realizing what I said, really wasn't playing it cool. Greta didn't think so either.

"Okay… Well why don't we see a movie?" Greta supposed.

"That's great! I wanted to watch that new comedy_ well, you pick the movie." I offered. I wasn't gonna mess this whole thing up yet. I wanna at least give it a good effort.

"Okay then, there's a movie called Beautiful Man I was dying to see with someone."

"Sounds beautiful. I'll pick you up at_ you decide." I offered.

"Um, 6:30 sounds alright. See you then." Greta said. She walked away into the hall to go to her 2nd hour. Well that was easy. I just hope she doesn't think I'm being a pushover.

On the day of the date, I picked her up right on time. I drove her to the Orange Star Cinema. Turns out the movie we were seeing was some sort of Chick-Flick. She should've warned me about this! If anyone from school sees me here, my reputation will be flushed down the toilet. Somehow I knew this wouldn't turn out right.

I sat through the first ten minutes and I was already bored.

"What am I doing here?" I asked to myself. Greta was sitting at the edge of her seat. I don't how she liked the movie.

"This is the greatest movie ever!" Greta whispered.

"So, uh, where are we going for our next date?" I requested.

"I was thinking we could go to the mall, and we could buy stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Clothes, of course!" That drew the line. I knew there was one way I could make it stop.

"Excuse me for a second. I'll go get us some popcorn." I said. I left the theater, then went outside and started the car. I was leaving; I couldn't take another second of that. So as I was driving away, I wonder if she noticed I left.

"I wonder what's taking Goten so long with that popcorn." Greta thought, "Oh, this is the part where Kirk dumps Louisa for Francesca! You're making a huge mistake!"

"Shut up!"A random person called out.

So I wasted ten and a half minutes of my life. What now? You're probably thinking I didn't do what she wanted me to. But we have like, nothing in common. Girls can't be selfish; they have to do things I like as much as I do stuff for them. People are so dumb.

The next morning I thought of doing something. I know I'll regret this, and it goes against everything I believe in but I have no choice. I'll take a book, and read it (Death Note reference)! So I read for three hours straight. I read everything we had. Diary of a Wimpy Kid, down to Dames, Dates and You.

"To comprehend the so-said females, one must interrelate among them. Be their accompanying person. The female species can relate to someone with_ I have no idea what I'm reading!" I exclaimed. I threw the book away and grabbed another Diary of a Wimpy Kid book. So far, that's the only book that really works, and I understand. That Greg kid really knows what he's talking about. Mom then came in to see me with my head in over a thousand books. I don't know if she's proud or just shocked and confused.

"Hi, um hello, Mom." I greeted nervously. I didn't want people to know I can read. It's one of those things in life you really don't need, like writing. It also wasn't exactly cool. Mom stood there because she had no idea I could do these things without being nagged to.

"What are you doing!" Chi-Chi asked.

"Readin' a book. Don't tell anyone! This is so embarrassing!" Chi-Chi then got ahead of herself, only to be disappointed later.

"What are you reading! Math? Science? Social Studies?" She demanded.

"Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Last Straw. It's a classic."

"Oh, never mind that then." Chi-Chi walked away with a displeased face. I kind of feel bad. Oh well.

After hitting the books, I went to see if Gohan had anymore advice. I opened my bedroom window and climbed on out. I then ran to Gohan's house, which was so close by. When I rang the doorbell, Videl arrived to answer it.

"Goten! It's been a while! What are you here for?" Videl asked as she slid open the door half way.

"Hi, um, I wanted to ask Gohan for more advice." I replied.

"For what?"

"Um, well, for girls."

"Don't ask Gohan, ask me!"

"Why?"

"I'm a girl!"

"Really? You could've fooled me." I joked. I really forgot about her though. I don't know how I didn't think of this before. It would've saved me from a lot of trouble. We sat down on the sofa near the TV.

"So, has Gohan told you about the 'Be Yourself' thing?" Videl asked.

"Yeah. It didn't work." I responded.

"Well, then to find someone you like, you need to find things you have in common. What are you good at?" Videl asked. I was about to answer, but Videl interrupted me before the words could come out. "And please don't say 'I love to fight.'" Videl said mocking my voice. Now I couldn't think of anything.

"Okay… I like to sing, I guess." I thought.

"Good, what else?"

"Um… I'm pretty good at drawing mythological creatures."

"Cool, show me." I pulled out a picture of a Minotaur; I drew recently, out of my pocket and brought it to her face. "You're good, actually."

"Thanks, it's not one of my bests though." I started, "I don't really know what else there is. Martial Arts and just sparring are my life."

"Oh, well. There could be people with your interests too. Maybe not martial arts, though." I then went back home to try my luck on the internet. On my laptop, in a browser, I typed in "I Want a Date. Net" On my profile I put the stuff I told Videl. Soon enough, I got seven replies. They weren't really the people I was looking for. Two of them recently got out of prison, three of them have anger management classes, and two of them are guys. I guess I was a little vague on the details.

"This is gonna be harder than I thought." I said as I turned off my laptop.