So I was walking to my fifth class today when...

My friend (and mutual friend of Joe, my potential man-candy) Tiffany came up to me and told me she talked to Joe.
My first reaction? :
Holyshit! Is he here? Is he watching this? How's my hair? Staycalm-staycalm-staycalm.....
Me: "What did he say?!"
Tiff: "He said he knows who you are," (no shit tiffany) "I told him that you were interested..."
Me: "WHAT?!" +everyone in hallway turns toward us+"I mean, +whispers+ WHAT?"
Tiff: "Well you didn't have the stones to do it; someone had to."
Me: "OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod..."
Tiff: "It's fine, A. He didn't look disgusted or anything."
Me: "Well, that makes me feel sooooo much better," +sarcasm, of course+

So...yeah. I'm not used to doing the actual asking. Usually, in a relationship, it just happens. Me and the guy in question would already be friends or he asked me.

Me: Not good with rejection. Sure, when they have said no, I just so "Okay, that's cool."I really mean, "Okay, I'll just go back home and cry now."

I have no idea where to go from here. I stopped dating for a reason! I'm NOT good at it. My friends? Pros, not skanky, but dating experts and they can't even give some input.

I started thinking over the possibilities earlier and I came up with:

-Tell him face to face that I think he's great and that I'm (very) interested.
-Find him in the hall and jump him. tehe
-Hang (group setting) around him so he can see for himself if he likes me.
-Least favorite: keep letting Tiffany send messages back and forth like middle school.

So I ask you, trusted friends of my Blogger: What are my options? What do I do now?