Fred has had his eye on a girl named Wilma (of course that's her name) for the longest time. She's popular, smart, and funny. The perfect blend of everything he finds appealing in a girl. But every time he tries to ask her out, he just can't find the right words.
One sunny afternoon, after their school day ended, Fred spotted Wilma waiting for her bus. He decided to make another attempt. With a deep breath to steady his nerves, he strolled up to her.
"Hey, Wilma," he said, trying to sound casual. She turned towards him, her eyes hidden behind large sunglasses. She lifted them onto her head as she recognized him.
"Oh, hi, Fred. What's up?"
Fred gulped. This was it. "Well, I was thinking, you know...if you're not busy this weekend... maybe you and I could... you know, hang out?"
He watched as she seemed to consider this, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Then, she sighed and shook her head, "Fred, I told you already, I can't."
Fred felt his heart sink. "But, why not?" he asked, trying to keep the disappointment from his voice.
Wilma looked at him apologetically, "I'm really busy with cheerleading practice and studies. I really don't have any time. I'm sorry, Fred."
Fred nodded, trying to mask his disappointment. "It's okay, Wilma. Maybe some other time."
As he watched her walk away, he couldn't help but wonder if Gazoo could help with this too. But then he remembered what the little alien had said about love and mind control, and he sighed. Some things, he supposed, you just had to do yourself.
