France:
No, I don't care if you stop giving me advice! I am not fucking calling you that, and if you won't help me, then I don't need your help anyways!
I took your advice and I sent her flowers again, nice red and yellow ones, and I sent a little card with my name on it. She got them a few days afterwards and thanked me for the early birthday present. I don't think she liked them much. We're still celebrating her birthday in a few days, so I need to get her an actual, thoughtful birthday gift. Either that or I'll just snatch something from my brother. He's always been good at that kind of stuff.
France:
Asking her to a romantic evening seems way too fucking hard to tell me to do now. I seriously doubt letting my "body do the talking" is going to work! God, even you seem to be an idiot with this kind of stuff.
Although it seemed like today I got a little lucky.
She, my best friend, and I were all going to go to this great bistro near my house. My friend then happened to get sick that day, which is so unfortunate as I had the same exact sickness he had a few days ago, and I told him he shouldn't have stayed so close to me and I didn't need his help.
So, he stayed at home barfing his breakfast out but he said that we should go anyways. It was certainly interesting. We just ate our dinner and she made small talk and I answered everything, but I swear to God, my face was red as a tomato. Although I can't even fucking believe it, I made it through alive and she gave me a goodbye hug. A hug, really! And a brotherly hug at that. She thinks of me no more than her younger brother, of course.
