Well this College Year, I sort of kicked the vicious creature in the balls and even though they probably hurt like hell when I did kick them, it only lasted for a few days because then the creature began to mock me. Mock me for being a loser for what I had done.
It all began in this new semester where I joined a class that I thought would be interesting knowing about a new culture I only vaguely knew. The class was a wreck with the professor going off-topic so many times; the professor never really taught us anything that we didn’t already know. With the professor arriving late all the time, the whole class formed a sort of bond, a bond for the dislike of the professor. We would talk about all the errors the teacher made, and the times the teacher’s short temper fuse would explode in our faces. That is where I met this guy, funny guy, always laughing; I don’t really want to give his real name so let’s call him something funny, I don’t know Tim, I always thought it was funny after I saw Tim the Sorcerer in Monty Python and the Holy Grail. No offense to all the Tim’s out there. So anyway, Tim was a funny guy, really made the class laugh and I don’t know at one point I talked to him and we talked about the professor, the class, Star Wars, and Indiana Jones. He was a normal looking fella, tall, I thought he was cute, didn’t like the hair or the tired eyes, but they went with his cuteness. Well he was extremely friendly, and if I can remember he organized some sort of museum trip one time and I joined giving him my number (never done that before) but when I went to go meet him and the other classmates, he was nowhere to be seen. When I went to class the next day, Tim hadn’t shown up and didn’t for two weeks. I asked the others and they didn’t go because the plan had scrapped.
When he did come back, I was sort of pissed at him, not looking in his direction, not looking at him when he made funny jokes and I think he got the message because I can remember him going near where I was sitting just to look at something someone had in my row. Also, it seemed odd one time when we had to give ideas about a project; he immediately said to write something about Indiana Jones in which he immediately looked at me. I went WTF? Or when the class was still going on about ideas for a project and he joked, “what about something on how cute I am?” He looked at me; I gave the nice smile but wondered were those curve balls for me? I can be a doofus sometimes, no, I am a doofus at times.
Well I don’t know when I started to like him, was it because he unbeknownst hid me with his height because I didn’t want this girl to see me? He wasn’t TALL tall but you know average guy height. But every time I did something concerning the class, I would think of him. So I don’t know when it happened but I theorize that it was a “crush of convenience”. I mean, he was there, I thought he was cute, let’s go with it. I mean I wasn’t head over heels for him, I was with painter dude, and I guess I regretted not ever telling him that so I thought, I’m not going to let this one get away. So I announced to my best friend that I would tell Tim that I liked him, and I didn’t care if It seemed like a feminist move or not. The Plan would be in Fate/God’s hands, there was to be a written examination and if Tim and I happen to finish at the same time, and we leave at the same time and are chatting away, I would do it, tell him I liked him. If not, no hard feelings for I only liked him out of convenience. Ahhh, God likes to do things differently and he did on that day, I was decked out in some great indie threads and I thought I’ll go in the room, he’ll see me all cool and maybe he’ll talk to me, like my jacket.
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