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Here's the thing:
I think if I could hang out with Goose a lot more in real life, I'd be a much better person. I'd be cooler and exposed to more interesting things and people (namely, Goose) and just generally be happier.

Here's the problem:
I think I make Goose nervous because she makes me nervous. Why, you ask? Because she is, namely, everything I wish I was. Not just everything I wish I was in high school, but everything I wish I was now. This is a lot of pressure to put on poor Goose. How can she be expected to cope with someone who not-so-secretly idolizes her? Hanging out with Goose is, to some degree, like hanging out with Dave would be (if I could hang out with him). We couldn't have fun because I'd be aware, the whole time, how much I was sitting there just adoring them. That's a conversation-stopper, all that adoring.

Of course, I see a solution to that problem: (both the problem of hanging out with Goose, which might actually happen, and hanging out with Dave, which will likely never happen): I just gots to practice doing it a lot until I'm really good at it.

Whaddya say, Goose? I'll bring snacks. What do you care to snack on? I'll bring it.

(Do I sound too eager?)

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