Last week I was feeling in need of advice...

Unlike many of my fellow BtVS fans, in times of trouble I find myself asking WWSD:
What Would Spike Do?
If you don't know who that is you probably shouldn't be reading my blog but w/e...
So instead of pondering the subject forever (and ever and ever and ever...) I went straight to the source. Here was the Convo:


"Dear Spike,
I have liked the same guy for almost a year now and STILL don't have the guts to tell him. One day last week, I'd had enough and I told two of our mutual friends to, you know, talk about how great I am, plant the idea of 'us' in his head.

My male friend that I told, somehow got the idea that I wanted to talk to him myself and told him so. I'm rather shy around people I like, so the talking to him would be a catastrophe; a babbling nightmare (and not the fun post-apocalypse ones). What should I do when he talks to me?

Your harlot,
Tongue-tied"
(floo_symptoms)

"Dear Tongue-tied,
Oh pet…I get that sometimes it can be hard to talk to the people you fancy (er, you know, without calling them a bitch or insulting their hair)…Don’t worry. I’ve got the perfect solution.

(First of all, kick your injut friend in the nuts for putting you in the difficult position in the first place).
When it comes time to talk to this fella, just…put your tongue to better use. Instead of chatting, just snog him. Then you won’t have to worry about talking (‘cause your mouth will be full) and chances are that he’ll get the message that you like him!

Yours smugly,
Spike."

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?