I needed to be tested tonight. I needed to fight with Chevalier in front of a cute asian girl. I think we had a bit of the old 'across the room' chemistry. But I am loathe to do anything that Sketchy Ethan might, vis a vis women. So all that was left was to show her how rad I am. But Chevalier had a migraine, and wasn't having any of it. He said she checked me out when she left. I couldn't think of a way to justify going after her.
In all honesty, what am I supposed to do there? Chase her down? That'd be damned impolite, and more than often as my latest former dormie mentioned, straight unwanted. So what if I was wrong? What if it was just a hip-hop hallucination?
So I don't know her name, I've never seen her before, and I'll probably never see her again. Even though I thought she was cute and she took sufficient note of me to be of interest.
I just wasn't made to be a playboy. I have crushes. Stupid ones. And I never know how to coax anything out of my crushes. Bah.
I always feel like I've missed out on taking a test I would have aced.
In all honesty, what am I supposed to do there? Chase her down? That'd be damned impolite, and more than often as my latest former dormie mentioned, straight unwanted. So what if I was wrong? What if it was just a hip-hop hallucination?
So I don't know her name, I've never seen her before, and I'll probably never see her again. Even though I thought she was cute and she took sufficient note of me to be of interest.
I just wasn't made to be a playboy. I have crushes. Stupid ones. And I never know how to coax anything out of my crushes. Bah.
I always feel like I've missed out on taking a test I would have aced.