Who?
She: "Wait, you're new. Who are you?"
Me: I don't like to pick favorites. I have trouble forgiving myself. I like to spend time alone and am fond of being single, though I clearly have a tendency toward shutting people out when I most need them. This is against my best judgment and primarily results from over-thinking and subsequent under-communication. My cowlicks frustrate me to no end. I read everything I can to the point that I have become expert at enjoying a book while walking. I stay quiet until I'm comfortable, though this is not wise. I dread unresolved nightmares. I tease myself, lately, with the fear of complete rejection from medical school, though it's usually the utter destruction of the environment. I hide too many of my emotions. I love the scent of the forest and of both espresso and green tea. I sing softly when I'm at ease. I delight in odd juxtaposition. I like to browse in shoe stores and must be forcibly removed from book stores. I don't like to hold still. I carry stress between my shoulder blades. I have broken my heart.
She: "Hey, excuse me; what was your name?"
Me: "Oh, hey, I'm Sol. You're right, I am new. Who are you?"
She didn't exactly tell me.
Me: I don't like to pick favorites. I have trouble forgiving myself. I like to spend time alone and am fond of being single, though I clearly have a tendency toward shutting people out when I most need them. This is against my best judgment and primarily results from over-thinking and subsequent under-communication. My cowlicks frustrate me to no end. I read everything I can to the point that I have become expert at enjoying a book while walking. I stay quiet until I'm comfortable, though this is not wise. I dread unresolved nightmares. I tease myself, lately, with the fear of complete rejection from medical school, though it's usually the utter destruction of the environment. I hide too many of my emotions. I love the scent of the forest and of both espresso and green tea. I sing softly when I'm at ease. I delight in odd juxtaposition. I like to browse in shoe stores and must be forcibly removed from book stores. I don't like to hold still. I carry stress between my shoulder blades. I have broken my heart.
She: "Hey, excuse me; what was your name?"
Me: "Oh, hey, I'm Sol. You're right, I am new. Who are you?"
She didn't exactly tell me.