antennatoheaven

So there I am, walking across campus on my way to History 151 without much of a care in my head. Actually, the only thing in my head at the time was Bleeding Through's "Love Lost in a Hail of Gunfire." As I'm walking down the stairs I finally remember why I show up for this class: Jaime. I looked down the normal flight of stairs I descend and I see Jaime sitting in her usual seat. If I were to proceed on this path, I would either a) walk to her row, excuse myself and walk past her to a nearby seat or b) continue descending the stairs until I reach the bottom, hang a right and ascend another staircase until I come back to her row.

I opt for neither. Today, I took an entirely different approach and it worked out perfectly. I ended up coming up on her from behind-- I actually hesitated there though: do I take a row behind her or sit in her row? I sat in her row, three seats away. As I make my way to my seat, I realize this could get really awkward if neither of us says anything, so what follows is our discourse on glory:

(both, after eye contact): Hey!
me: Hey, how's it going?
Jaime: Good, and yourself?
me: I'm doing alright...how was your break?
Jaime: Great! For two weeks straight all I could think about was turkey, mashed potatoes, and cranberries. What, uh, what did you do for break, did you go home?
me: Yeah.
Jaime: How was it?(quickly follows up with) Where do you live?
Me: It was great, I got to see a lot of old friends and eat some great food. I live in Billings. Did you go home for the break?
Jaime: Yeah. I'm from Minneapolis, MN.
Me: Sweet.
Jaime: When did you get to Missoula?
Me: I got back on Sunday night. My sister and I flew there and back (Jaime gives me the look of "why would you fly 330 miles instead of drive?")...my mom freaks out about us driving through the mountain passes during winter so we flew.
Jaime: Yeah, my mom would too. I flew home as well. My mom works as a flight attendent for an airline and we get free stand-by tickets.
Me: That's awesome.
(Professor Fritz starts talking and class starts)

Some random girl sits between us and thus the conversation comes to an end. Although, with my shotty periphreal (sp?) vision, I think Jaime may have taken a few glances over at me during lecture.

Now the downward spiral. She pretty much just packs up and books it out of the lecture hall before I really have a chance to talk to her (I was going to "make a move" like "hey, would you like to get some Chai Tea with me this afternoon?"). So I'm walking out on campus again trying to walk slowly thinking maybe she'll catch up to me. But she doesn't.

I had to go to the library to drop off a couple books which was going to be either a blessing (if we were talking and walking) or a curse (we don't talk and walk but I run into her, thus maybe implanting the "stalker" vibe). She drives to campus and parks in the parking garage adjacent to the library. And of course, it is the latter. Just as I came out the door I was walking right at her. I looked at her eyes, but when I looked away, I think she looked at mine. We kept walking our separate ways. That was my opening, but I just really wasn't "feeling it" right there due to the said "stalker feeling."

That's the story of the day, and probably the next couple days until I get some damn good advice about the conversation as well anything anyone might want to drop.